Wednesday, July 27, 2011
No time to write a proper blog, but if you're really feeling down, this should do the trick. And if it doesn't, whatsamatta with you?
Monday, July 11, 2011
Subtitle: Continuing Where We Left Off At Last Week's Meeting
OK, now that I've got your attention, listen up! I ain't no expert, nor am I pretending to be, but some things bear repeating:
(1) This is a LIFETIME change, not a sprint to glory for:
(b) Class Reunion
(c) Family Gathering
(e) You pick any remaining excuses
(2) You WILL "plateau"
(3) You WILL back slide (this is to me, too)
(4) This doesn't mean you have to leave SP as an abject failure (your Motivator medallion is non-refundable)
(5) This is the greatest reason TO STAY and STAY THE COURSE! (No, I was never in the military)
This breaks my heart: I see more and more people whose blogs I follow as MIA ("That member can not be found"). They "failed", therefore they must go. They can't bear any more up ticks on their ticker.
OK, here are some "before" pics (camera doesn't lie, and it's doubtful it only makes you ten pounds heavier):
August 29, 2009 234.4 pounds
December 19, 2009 (I'm the one on the left with my new first grandniece)
June 13, 2010 (the "girls" alone must weigh 100 pounds apiece, no?)
March 11, 2011 60th birthday (there's honesty for ya!)
214 pounds (and the beginning of what is now known as "The Big Slide")
Nothing else more recent, but you get the idea.
Addendum: I forgot the Fourth of July pics: That clearly shows the weight gain:
230 pounds (so much for full disclosure - =brrrrr= My friend was right: All the pics taken that day are not in the least flattering - she said they can be used "for blackmail".)
When I had a partner at work doing SP with me, I got down to 208.4 pounds back in November. Since losing him, it's been a struggle going it alone. And, yes, I put back about 20 pounds. But the upside is, I'm still down from my starting weight of 255 pounds, and still holding on to that 25 pound weight loss for dear life. In addition, the Stage 1 Hypertension is a thing of the past. As is the pre-diabetic state. My blood work last time at the doctor's was so be-YOU-tifully pristine, I could have cried! I wanted to have it laminated and framed. Never saw such good numbers for me. So there are, indeed, positives to celebrate.
This is my point in all this: We will falter. We will MOMENTARILY fail. It's part of the whole learning thing. The key is deciding if a momentary blip defines the whole game.
I love watching Jeopardy. I find it very telling watching how the women play and how the men play. When the kids play, the girls play as aggressively as the boys. I love it! They do the teen tournament, the girls are still holding their own. Then it happens: When the adults play, the girls step back. Where victory could be claimed the (now) women become more cautious, and more fearful and don't play the game as it is designed. Never the men. They aggressively say to Alex, "Let's make it a true daily double" and shoot the moon. And win. While the women (and you can hear it in their heads, too), bet extremely conservatively and, often enough, Trebek questions them on their miniscule bets. They just cannot do it. When does this disconnect happen? The other night a man was playing who was woefully behind. It looked like he didn't have a chance in heck of ever catching up. Yet, coolly he kept playing, until, sonofagun, he won the darned thing! I just love when that happens.
So, once again, I must ask: Where's the shame in the faltering as long as we don't quit. We women have got to learn to dust ourselves off and begin and relearn all the lessons we know to be true. This whole weight loss thing (and ultimately maintenance) is really not rocket science. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
I really want to retire these weekly "Women Only" meetings. We have the talent, the brains and the wherewithal to keep up with the guys. Granted, physiologically it will be slower for us, but where is it written that it cannot be done?
So once again I ask: Who's with me and when can we stop renting this room?
Friday, July 08, 2011
Perhaps, Viriginia, there is a Santa Claus, but after reading the following article today about a woman who WANTS to be obese and set new Guinness records, I am probably for the first time in my life utterly speechless.
Here's the link: jobs.aol.com/articles/2011/07/07/700
The Cliff Notes' version is she weighs 700 pounds and is totally dependent on her (get this) four year old daughter for basic activities of daily living including feeding her gluttonously. She cleverly has found a way to commercialize her "quest" by creating a website where one can subscribe and watch her work her way to her own doom. Excited yet? For this she makes close to 100K a year. I will give her credit for her marketing ability. I just wonder when she hits the thousand-pound mark and dies of a coronary, what becomes of her four year old, as she is a single mom.
Articles like this and Nathan's yearly hot dog eating contest (I mean really - over 60 hot dogs engulfed in 10 minutes?), just give me pause.
It's small wonder that the "diet industry" is such a lucrative one.
I still think Chris Downie is a marketing genius, for making SparkPeople a free site, platforming it on sound weight loss principles. We all owe him so much. Because this little cybercommunity is an amazing one, and I, for one, feel blessed to be a part of it.
Because of SP I strongly feel that we can succeed at permanent weight loss. If we utilize all that is here for us and continue to do so well beyond maintenance, then I firmly believe we will be successful.
And with that, I'm off to the pool for my Friday cardio and weigh in.
What do you have planned for a successful weekend?
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Subtitle: The Power Of Belief
OK, women, gather 'round. Let's sit down in a circle and once and for all let's figure this out. Grab a cup of coffee from the back. The urn's still hot. We have some serious work to do here today.
I have noticed, especially lately from blogs I have read, that women, as they approach their goal weight (within a few pounds of where they want to be) are starting to absolutely freak out. For the first time (or maybe the first time in a very long time), in stunning disbelief, they are succeeding where previously they have woefully failed. And the question then becomes, "OMG! Now what?" No, this is not me (not yet anyway). Though I've been there before (sadly).
Realizing this goal, so hard to attain, is now within reach. And many seem not to be able to handle it. Which only confirms for me what a friend said years ago: "Women have no fear of failure. They do have a fear of success." Now, why is that? I asked my brother-in-law some years ago, that when he shaves that small patch of his face in the morning (he's got a full beard), if he ever questions the tasks he has set out for the day with his clients. He looked at me and said (without hesitation, I might add), "No, never."
So I have to ask, why is there so much internal dialog for us women of "Can I? Can't I?" And this is a general statement, not just about weight loss. Men, it seems to me, have this situation about success, for the most part, figured out. Is it nailed to their Y chromosome, and are we forever doomed because we have a pair of X's? I have to believe that the answer is a resounding "NO!"
This whole journey that we all are on (now here's the real secret) has so little to do with actual weight loss. (What?) Think about it: As we are starting to get better (with the help of our friends here), there is a definite spill over effect into other areas of our lives. As we succeed, we start to look around and see what else needs fixing. We start to feel more confident, more "Yes, I can! - ish".
Success breeds success. Of course, it's not a straight and narrow path. There is so much internal "noise". Many on here have written tons of blogs about this internal dialogue. And many, sadly, coming from the distaff set.
So, now what?
The power of belief is a very strong one. We really have to dig deep (very deep). There have been years (decades?) of self-destruction going on here. I cry when I see women who are otherwise very accomplished by society's standards (whatever the heck that means) in other areas of their lives: Successful moms, supportive spouses, great coworkers. Is there no stuff left over for "self"? And why not? When women fail, they are there front and center to tell the world all their sins. When they succeed, less so. And the self-flagellation is downright brutal and very painful to read. Obviously, they are doing SOMETHING right or how did they get the support of loving spouses and friends in the first place?
Why can't we just BELIEVE until it gets attached to our double X's? Why must we live in fear of actually succeeding? We all, every single one of us, want this so badly. For all the right reasons. As well as other good reasons (who says vanity is a bad reason?).
What will it TAKE for us to feel self-worth? Ten pounds lost? Fifteen pounds? One hundred? And once there, is our fat former self still along for the ride?
WORTHINESS (OK, OK, I'm a little preachy), is the key to this whole shebang. Once we figure that part out, the rest will follow. It's the key to the kingdom. It's not about the weight. It's not about 100 pounds to go. It's about who we are as people.
Let's start with self-love. Let's get there together. Let's make this happen. And if we need to meet in this room regularly, well, there's plenty of coffee to go around. We don't want this to be a lifetime struggle. We want this to be one chapter.
We have other goals to conquer.
So, are you in, or out?
Friday, July 01, 2011
No long blog today. No deep thinking. Just a wish that all take a moment on The Fourth to remember how we got here as a country and how many made sacrifices to preserve our freedom.
No other country in the world can say that.
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