Are You Ready for the Real Lisa?

I've been thinking about Woody's post and the blame game and it really resonated with me. I am an absolute expert at blaming the weight on everything (it's Keith's fault because he has more of weight battle than I do, it's the kids' fault for coming out of this body, it's my boobs' fault for being so stinking big and dense, it's job's fault for making me teach during dinner for the last 10 years.) That's got to stop.

It's my fault.

There. I said it.

So it follows that the knee that keeps going out ala President Ford is my fault, the cholesterol numbers are my fault, the size I can't type here because my mother might read it is my fault, and you know what? I am finally willing to take ownership.

• I want to be healthy so I can walk with my precious daughter through the roller coaster years of high school and college.
• I want to be healthy so I can celebrate where my wonderfully sweet 12 year old son has been and where he's going.
• I want to be healthy so I have the strength to guide my brilliant 9 year old son through the intellectual questions that are sure to come.
• I want to be healthy so I am less focused on ME and more on my 7 year old son who is struggling with some big issues.
• I want to be healthy and I want Keith to be healthy so we won't be the older couple who lists our ailments whenever anyone is willing to listen.

I want to feel great physically and emotionally. No more comparing myself to the weight of other moms. No more skipping doctor appointments because he has a scale there. No more excuses. And I'm not even going to celebrate writing this post by eating ice cream :)I mean it this time.

Thanks for letting me be part of this group.