The Power of Just One Comment
I sometimes fall into the thinking that everyone has already said all the right things and I surely do not need to add my own two cents to the blogs I read. It won’t make a difference, but that is not true. I’m still getting comments about “Why Lie?” and here it is a week after the fact. Wow, you guys just never cease to amaze me with your love and support, but this morning I was feeling a bit down when the scale had not budged after a week of mending my ways and even making strides in the walking part of my plan. It was disheartening to try that hard and not get back at least some of that gain. But it only took one comment to that old blog this morning to totally turn my thinking around. My friend and fellow Rockstar, Jackie, commented on taking my on good advice and that I am still at a loss from where I started.
So here’s to Jackie and the power of that one comment, sent at just the right moment (who says there is no God?) that has my down mood all turned around and now I’m thankful for being less than I was and encouraged to go back this week with renewed energy to work on being my Rockstar best and patiently await the scale acknowledging my effort. What does a mindless scale know anyway! LOL
Hope you wonderful friends, buddies and fellow Rockstars have a Rockin week and don’t forget the thing you may left unsaid might have been the thing that someone really needed to hear!
Love you guys! Holly Rockstar
Wow - I’m speechless (for once). Glad the advice helped…. this site is truly amazing and I’ve made some wonderful buddies.
Here’s to us Holly Rockstar!!
I know what you mean! I cry and laugh out loud sitting here at my computer sometimes…amazed at the difference BS and all the wonderful people (like you miss Holly) that are here are making in my life!
So glad I came here ( and that I know YOU!!!)
If there is something that is disheartening about this long and grueling journey sometimes is it wise to stay with it? I know that there are so many good medical reasons to monitor your weight but should we as feeble laymen let our morales suffer because of a hunk of metal? My gratification for all my hard work is measured by my clothing, (the way they fit loosely now) and my old tape measure. You see, I have patience with that numbered piece of cloth and every line I move it I am thrilled! There is never an anticipated number therefore there is never any despair.It makes me realize slow and easy (the inches) is weight loss forever! When are we going to start measuring our success at BS with inches versus pounds. It’s never disheartening! Au contraire! it is always exciting, motivating!