Thursday, August 19, 2010
Poker is an odd "sport" if you will. To play it well it takes skills like shrewd observation, math (remember being convinced in 8th grade algebra that you'd NEVER use it?), and the ability to keep your emotions totally in check. I've seen more players drown in "the river" (the 5th community card) because they couldn't let go of their emotional attachment to an Ace!
But despite the cold, steely veneer that we poker players try to project to keep our competition from reading us -- it takes a passion and love of the game to sit game after game and try to perfect these facets.
The same could be said for nursing. When in the midst a crisis situation, you HAVE to keep your cool. On a routine basis, I find myself calmly presenting diagnosis and treatment plans to patients with serious health issues like cancer without letting emotions cloud my judgement. It's a delicate balance -- staying "professional" while projecting empathy. Especially when inside you are crying out for the patient.
So here I am -- a passionate person who is adept at keeping my emotions in check.
When I started on my weight loss journey 5+ years ago, I realized that exercise was going to not just be a key component in my success, but THE key component. I had successfully lost weight through diet alone off and on for years but never kept it off. What was the common denominator? (Yes Mr. Heply -- my 7th grade math teacher -- I really was paying attention to what you were saying!) ---
So I joined the Y and started dutifully going every night after work and working out. It's paid off. I am keeping the weight off. I've progressed from huffing and puffing up the two flights of stairs at the Y and walking on the treadmill to zipping up the stairs and RUNNING on the treadmill or the track.
But it can still be a struggle mentally. All my "sporty" athletic friends keep saying just wait, you'll develop a passion for exercise. Those endorphins will kick in and raise that serotonin and you'll LOVE it!
I'm still waiting...
I do it faithfully. It's habit. I acknowledge that there are many benefits that I receive from it. I'll keep doing it. It's like flossing my teeth -- except I never met a person who proclaimed to LOVE flossing.
But that's ok. I can bluff this one. The passion might not be there, but I'm sticking with it because I do have a passion for being thin. Looking good, feeling good. I might not get excited about doing it like I do nursing or playing poker, but I put on my best poker face --
The one that says I love this hand and I keep at it.
One last note, I found this clip on YouTube and just had to share it. Some of you might be familiar with Dick and Rick Hoyt already. I won't reiterate their story. Just watch the video and be sure to click on an interview link too.
For a woman who doesn't show a ton of outward emotions -- I found myself reaching for the tissues.
No matter how you feel about exercise, watching the Hoyt's story will inspire some passion in you -- I guarantee it! And maybe that will be enough to get you back on that treadmill...