I’m Shrinking From Thinking Shrinking
Monday, October 26th, 2009Welcome back!

Seventeen
How the tables have turned! When this picture was taken, I remember being ragged on by my parents - mainly my dad - to get that damn weight off. After he had died, this picture was discovered in his wallet. It was well worn. Because I’ve since raised my own children, I recognize that you only carry with you the most flattering pictures of your children so you can brag on them to your friends. Hummm, if this was a brag, why was he pushing me to lose weight?
Today, this picture is the model I hold in my mind when I think “my body is shrinking.” This size of my body is now my ideal size. As I think the words in my mind model, I hold the sense of absolute conviction, because I have this picture to recall in my memory. And I work to embue precisely how it will feel to me when I shrink my body enough to resemble this picture.
My childhood picture were all stolen from me. I am most grateful to have this picture. Thanks for saving it, Dad.



