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Mr. Postman? I Need A Special Delivery

About five years ago I was as thin as I had ever been. I may have been either as thin as I was in HS. Its possible I was even smaller since I worked out five days a week and could bounce a quarter clear off my quads...(in my italian mobster voice: eh shad ahp and let me relish in my glory days, will ya?!).

So, I was thin and I felt great. Then I looked so good that I ended up getting pregnant and was back to being overweight, and a card carrying member of the big girls club. Here I am four years later and I struggle with the same 15 pounds that I have left to lose. This is no fun at all. However, I will say that I am making leaps and bounds in other area's of my life. I am growing wiser each day and doing things that make me happy and doing without what doesn't.

Recently I received news of something that is going to close a chapter of my life that at one point seemed endless. After some thought I realized that I will never be through with that part of my life for many years due to the deep rooted ties that lie within... those of you who know me very well are most likely cackling with an "I know something you don't know" grin spread across your face. If you don't know what I am referencing... good. It may not be your time to know that just yet so don't wonder okay?

Well, what I want to say is that after some thought I came to realize that being delivered isn't physical but mental.

I thought I was delivered from being a fat girl because I was in a thin body. Then years later when I found myself fat again I realized that my mind never changed. I changed habits for a time to get thin and then I never found the discipline to do it long enough to lose the weight again. So thinking that a scale or a piece of paper, or a salary is going to change your life and deliver you is naive. It all begins with your mind. You want out of a relationship? The separation and divorce begins with your head. You want to lose a few pounds? The discipline, drive and energy that it takes to shed them begins with a decision. You want to save money, make money, buy that house or start that business? Its not about the salary, its about the choices you make with the money you have now.
I know six figure engineers who have borrowed from fresh out of college grads. There are people who have won the lottery and ended up broke! There are people who have saved tons of cash and made less than 50K per year. I know a little old lady who worked hard all her life and was a lifelong cheap skate and she called my broker every month complaining about paying her bills not realizing she was sitting on 2 million dollars.

Life is full of choices. The main thing that sets humans apart from animals is the ability to reason. It doesn't really matter what it is, if you want to be delivered, set free, or changed... just make the choice. After all, it all truly starts with your way of thinking. I hate to sound cliche but a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

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  1. Love how you said make the choice. Even for a backslider - it's a choice to live that way. Changing the mental is one of the hardest things to do.

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  2. I agree. The mind is a strong muscle, but you have to work it out to build it up.

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