Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Okay, here we go again with one of my favorite subjects to rant about.
I hear a lot of talk about motivation. People wondering how to GET it, how to KEEP it, and asking others to GIVE it to them.
Folks, if you're interested in losing weight, you're motivated.
Fat is a motivation for weight loss.
Motivation just means you have an INTEREST or a REASON. That's ALL.
Ever watch those crime dramas on TV, where they discuss whether a suspect had a motive? Well, what exactly does that mean? It means, what was his INTEREST or REASON for committing the crime? In other words, what did the suspect stand to gain? THAT would be motivation.
There is not a person alive today, who has weight to lose, who is not INTERESTED in losing it.* There is not a fat person anywhere in the world who will not benefit from losing the weight. We ALL stand to gain something... we all have a MOTIVE.
If you know you need to lose weight, and you know it would be good for you if you did so, you ARE motivated.
Never confuse motivation with ACTION.
*possible exception: Sumo
Monday, October 22, 2007
When I was a young single gal, I got hit on by tons of older guys (customers at work). I decided I shouldn't date anyone whose children were older than me.
I'm sure if I were still single, I would expand those parameters at this point, to not date anyone whose parents are younger than me.
(editors note: most of this story shall remain untold to protect the innocent.)
Thursday, October 11, 2007
The journey revolves around numbers: where you started, where you are, where you are headed, and how long has it taken you.
When people ask me how I'm doing, most of the time, they are asking for a number. Every week when I come to work, my coworkers greet me with high fives, and ask me for the number: my total weight lost, which right now stands at about 106 lbs.
Even though my progress lately has been considerably slower than it was in the beginning, my 'number' always gets big kudos. Frequently, the reaction is almost awe-like.
My goal is so much more than a number. My goal was to change everything about my identity as an obese person. My goal is to become FIT, and to firmly establish the new identity into my mind and the minds of everyone who knows or meets me.
I will erase the memory of NB the obese woman, and replace it with NB the athletic woman. I am undergoing a complete metamorphosis, and as 2007 draws to a close, I will emerge as a new person, with wings.
No, not a butterfly. I'll be a 'fitness freak'. The evidence of my transformation is mounting:
Exhibit A- Last week, an old friend dropped by work to visit. We had not seen each other since mid-December, when I weighed over 300 lbs. I immediately ran up to hug him. He was just about speechless, staring at me; repeating over and over that he could hardly believe his eyes. It was a little surreal. Today I found out he came by for another visit, but it happened on my day off… and all he did was talk about me.
Exhibit B- In the grocery store, after a vigorous workout, I turned down an aisle and into the path of a young couple bickering. The woman was admonishing the man, saying that she "already had that at home, that she had everything he needed", as I maneuvered my spandex wrapped torso past the thin waifs cart, she glared at me, eyeballing me up and down suspiciously; but he, standing behind her, smirked as I passed, and cast his eyes upon my bosom.
"You don't have THOSE" he said.
I didn’t stick around for THAT argument.
Exhibit C- Today, another coworker inquired about my numbers. I gave them to her. She smiled, and shook her head, and looked at the ground, as if she was trying to comprehend such a large weight loss. She finally looked up again, and said, “You just look so fit now.”
It was the best compliment she could have given me, and I told her so.
When people think of me in the future, when they picture me, and when they are choosing words to describe me, obesity will not enter their minds.
I am a fit person.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Brie is going back on my shopping list. TODAY.
I would have gotten it yesterday, but after the ophthalmologist was finished with me, I was unable to leave the house again until dusk, and I had many things more pressing by that time.
While I’m on the subject: if you haven’t had your eyes examined lately, make the appointment. Don’t neglect your vision.
In keeping with my other “Health and Beauty” goals for October, I scheduled an appointment for a haircut. Just like the vision check, it’s also been a while since I’ve been to the salon. Hopefully, the dry fall air will help keep my locks looking fashionably sleek and straight for a couple of days. We’ll see. There will be at least six inches coming off, and at least six ounces of color going on… pretty exciting stuff for a girl. I’ll try to post pictures.
One of the best emails ever
I get a lot of Sparkmail from other members, and most of it is extremely positive, and a pleasure to receive and read. A few days ago, I got one that was so immensely gratifying, I printed it and taped an excerpt on the wall beside my desk. It was from a lady who noticed that we had one thing in common:
“I was struck by the fact that we weigh about the same, but you look so fit in your photo. Clearly you have been exercising and I have not. Just wanted you to know that you motivated me to get off my backside and go do something.”
Not only is it very nice to be called “fit” when you weigh almost 230 lbs, but it is truly inspiring to know that sharing the experiences of my journey on my Sparkpage, motivated or helped someone else out there. It’s emails and comments like this that have been one of my biggest rewards.
How do you deal when it seems like it will just be too long or too hard?
This was a thread posted by a member on the café. It struck a chord with me, because in my book, nothing can defeat success faster than a defeatist attitude. Here are my thoughts:
I started at 330 and can honestly say I have NEVER felt that it would be too hard or too long. It was either that, or stay obese... or possibly even gain more weight. Is that really a choice?
As I saw it, there was NO alternative. I was going to lose weight no matter what (or die young).
I very firmly believe that doing absolutely nothing, and staying obese, makes life FAR, far more difficult than anything I have done so far to lose 100 lbs. Every day of morbid obesity is SO much more painful than 30 minutes on the elliptical, or 60 minutes walking my dog through the park, or riding my bike to Blockbuster to pick up a video. Every pound I lost made my life a little easier. Every pound I lost made my life a little longer.
I knew it would take a year or longer to lose 150 lbs, but all you have to do is think about where you’d rather be next year. Ask yourself if you'd rather spend next summer at your present weight (or more), or be 100 lbs lighter. Which journey would really be harder and longer? Which year would you rather live through and look back on? Think about it, because one way or the other, you'll probably still be around next year, and you CAN choose how you'll spend that 12 month time span... same as you did last year.
I want to thank my blog subscribers for all the recent emails, pressuring me to post entries. Obviously, the kick in the pants helped.
Friday, September 28, 2007
As of this morning, I am out of one of my favorite breakfast foods, brie.
The very last morsel, of the finest TRIPLE CREAM French brie, was just donated to... the dog!!! Ok, it was just a small square that I didn't want to re-wrap and refrigerate. Not a travesty. But the fact remains, it is all gone.
In light of my recent struggles to break out of the 220's, despite an increase in my exercise, I have been re-evaluating some of my food choices and going back to basics. Which means Kashi.
***Note: this is, in no way, a negative indictment of Kashi. I love the stuff. I've just been on a brie streak.***
I still have my whole wheat mini bagels and raw almond paste to fall back on.
Here's to fall progress: leaves dropping, and weight dropping.
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