There were always four main characters, which were in need
of something, and each one of them felt inadequate without that thing that they
were missing. Today walking through the market got me to thinking about the
show and the characters and their needs;
while waiting in checkout my mind
wondered what are my needs and can I
related to what their needs were and how can I get in touch with the Wizard. (That
last part was intent to be a joke). Serious though it got me to thinking, the
scarecrow needed a brain I know it was only a movie and he really did not need
a brain but sometimes I feel like I need a brain. Let me explain it took a
hospital scare *I know, I know I keep taking about this hospital visit that
scare me straight*. I politely say to anyone that feels, *enough is enough* it
is necessary for me to have this constant reminder so that I can always be
aware of the consequences.
Ok now that I have gotten that out of the way, let me
continue to explain why I say if only I had a brain sometimes .At the age of 45
I pretty much know right from wrong,
sometimes I battle with some difficult decisions so my brain is functioning
well except when it comes to food. I believe this battle would not have been so
hard if I use my first, second, and six senses. There are many parts to the brain,
one can only hope that the part that needs to keep me healthy has kicked in.
Then there was the Tin man he wanted a heart, * no mystery there huh*. I wish I had the heart to tell me friends stop feeding me, stop being my enablers, they were considered my feeders because if I did not eat they would think something was wrong with me. So they feed me, I feed me and we all over looked my size. Therefore, since having the heart checked out, I told my friends to get on board or step aside.
The cowardly lion needed courage and WHO DOESN'T! I read a comment somewhere that said diet is not for sissies, wow that could not be further from the truth. Because for years, I had no courage; I ran from my fears, and my problems; and I used food as my shield to protect me and look what that got me, bad knees, acid reflux no GERD, heart problems, and possible early diabetes. Do not get me wrong, I still have problems and fears but and I say this with caution because I do not want to relapse again. I finally found some courage and it is not hiding behind a donut or a pizza.
Now Dorothy wanted to
go home she was in a strange place and her aunt was not there to protect her so
she wanted to go back to the place that was safe or should I say familiar. She
was out of her comfort zone called home. Well I can relate because being fat
(obese) is all I know my big arms, big legs, and wide hips and huge buttocks is
parts of my body that I call home. So every time I get in unfamiliar territory let’s
say a size 18 pants or even an extra-large shirt I run like a fire is
burning underneath my feet trying to find my way back home. How I get there is through
fast food restaurants, buckets of chicken and anything else that would cause me
to put the pounds back on to get back to want I was accustomed too.
To sum up this blog in
the movie each of three the scarecrow, tin man, and the cowardly lion received
what they were missing and began to feel complete. Except Dorothy, she wanted
to go home and the good witch told her that she had the power inside her the
whole time to go home. Well my story is ending differently; I no longer
consider my obese body home. I made peace with myself that it is ok to go to that
unfamiliar place * for me that is a healthy weight*. It is also okay to step out
of my comfort zone and eat lots of vegetables and fruit. Wow, I did a lot of
thinking while waiting in the checkout line; and it was all worth it.
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| This is my familiar follow my progress as I go outside of my comfort zone. Pic taken today 260.lbs |
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