This phrase seems to work for many facets of my life, not just gardening. No matter what your age may be, there is always something new to learn and experience – every day. Things started long ago sometimes take awhile to come to fruition, or to sink into our well meaning minds with true meaning. For me, this applies to my never ending weight loss journey.
In January of 2012, I decided to get my weight under control. I had asthma, ached all the time, and was just plain miserable. I attended Weight Watchers with a neighbor and began to slowly lose weight. I became more active and was able to start exercising. Walking became my salvation. By December of 2012, I had lost a total of 55 pounds!
I had always loved gardening before, but now I found that I was able to love it even more because I could do my own work. I made borders with bricks that I carried and lugged in a wheelbarrow. I dug in my own compost and manure. I even mowed the grass. I began to plant more vegetables and fruit trees, which encouraged me to continue eating in a healthy manner. I felt healthy.
Most importantly, I did not gain back the weight. I was able to stay within 5 pounds of my goal weight by being real with myself. I guess my “growing” had transformed me into someone who wanted to be in charge of their life, which was not a bad place to be.
I write down what I eat (and drink) in a food journal every day. I use the Weight Watchers Points Plus method. I make myself accountable to me. I walk a couple of miles every other day. I get plenty of sleep and I limit my stress the best I can.
This is not the end of my journey by any means. Each day I face a constant reckoning with myself. I make my food choices and face the consequences. If I feel like I need a particular food, I eat it. However, I immediately go back to eating the way my body needs to maintain my weight, the next day. Just like my garden, I continue to grow.