So there comes a time ...

To share or not to share, that is the question.  While I'm writing this mainly for myself, I can freely admit I want an audience.  I'm definitely not a shrinking violet.  Wait, I am the shrinking part, so perhaps another term - I'm not a wallflower.

Sharing though is scary.  I mean, I am contemplating letting everyone in the free world read this!  Then again I'm assuming a lot in thinking anyone will read it.

What will others think?  What will the comments be?  Oh the uncertainty of it all!!!!

So why share?  One of the biggest struggles for me for a long time was thinking I was the only one who had my thoughts about weight loss, the process, and the obstacles.  It wasn't until I really started to open up at my WW meetings that I found out that I was far from unique.  I mean, so far from it that I was common in my thoughts.

I'm different than everyone else in the world!  For a long time that was a mantra, but after a while I realized it was just another excuse for not trying.  Yes, we are all different, but let's face it, a hurdle is a hurdle is a hurdle.  Some can be real, some can be made up, and some just need to be looked at in a new way.

Being handicapped is the most awesome reason in the world that I couldn't be fit!  I can't work out.  Ha ha ha, that one worked for a long time.  You know, until the day I realized that physical therapy is just scheduled exercise. 

• ab/core work - check
• balance - check
• endurance - check
• body weight exercises - check
• stretchy bands - check
• exercise/therapy ball - check
• weights - check

But what about all the things I can't do!   Can't kneel, can't run, can't do push ups on the floor.  Wait, let me keep thinking ... cartwheels, I can't do them.  Never could though so can't blame that on the wreck.

It took me seven years to be strong enough to stop using my wheelchair.  Seven years of fighting.  Sure, I threw fits and gave up a lot, but I never, ever quit.  Seven years is a long time folks.  It was worth it though.

My attitude with walking again was "who says I can't?!?!?" and I fully embraced that stubbornness.  It just took me a very long time to translate that into taking my health, fitness and weight into my own hands.  Actually that is an ongoing battle, but again, never, ever quit right?

I try to keep the attitude that I will give what I can a try.  Yes, there are things that I can rule out even trying.  I cannot do burpees.  I know, lucky aren't I?  It is a physical impossibility.  Know what though?  I have learned over time about 50 things that I can only guess are equally, if not more evil than burpees.

Listing everything you can't do doesn't help you get any where.  Just gives you one really depressing list.  Instead start with just thinking "I can make changes!"  One change, one step, one move closer to where you dream to be.