Friday, October 01, 2010
It's been almost a month since I last posted a blog, and I have decided I need to do it more often. If nothing else, I am going to try to start each month with one. Anything in between will just be a bonus. I think I don't do it often because I really don't know what you're supposed to put in a blog. Is there some sort of "blog etiquette" out there? I guess until I find it, mine will just consist of whatever ramblings flow from my brain to my fingers.
It's been an interesting week. I spent 2 days manning our company's booth at the Central WA State Fair. There is nothing like some good old fashioned people watching to make you really think about how you present yourself to the public. And boy do you ever see folks from just about every walk of life there. Tuesday the place was crawling with teenagers who got a reprieve from school, as most of them close for the day once a year during the fair. Watching all those kids roam around brought back so many memories of my own teenage years and roaming around our county fair with my friends. It also made me think about the fact it won't be all that long until my own children are teenagers, and how I hope they turn out to be more respectful than a great deal of the kids I encountered Tuesday.
I also had a real eye-opener Tuesday. It's funny how just ONE event can really put things in perspective for you. Every year I see people "driving" around the fair in motorized wheelchairs. A great deal of these people are obese. A few years ago, I wouldn't have thought anything about it. Now that I have become more aware of my own weight issues and have been working on getting healthier, I watch these people with a certain longing to just reach out to them and encourage them to get out of the chair and just walk down ONE aisle! I can't help but think to myself these people are giving up on themselves. Or, maybe they are like I was a few years ago. They have just accepted this is the way their life is.
Back to the ONE event...a family went by my booth, father, mother, and daughter. The mother and daughter were both very heavy, and the daughter was pushing the mother in her wheelchair. A short time later a police office came over to the booth and was trying to fill several of our small dixie cups with water from our cooler. I offered to hold a couple while he filled the others and asked if everything was okay. He said someone was having a hard time breathing, but thought they would be okay. Not long after, the EMTs came through the building. When they walked back by me, they were escorting that same daughter outside. She was walking very slow and looked extremely pale. My heart sank. She couldn't have been more than 18. Just walking around and being able to enjoy a day at the fair shouldn't be so hard. It made me realize how important it is I continue to change not only MY lifestyle, but the lifestyle of my famliy. 9 years from now, that very well could have been Kendall and I, had I not woke up and started to do something about my own weight issues. I have to be a better role model for my kids. As much as I want to be healthy, I want even more to make sure THEY are.
This morning, I was walking back to my apartment after taking the kids to the bus stop and I ran into the office manager. We said a casual hello and I kept walking until she called me to come back. She said, "Do you know what you should say to someone when you notice they've lost weight? You should tell them their necklace sure has gotten longer!" She has been on a weightloss journey of her own since spring, and she was one of the first people to mention to me they'd noticed I had been losing when I started SP. This morning she mentioned my neck looked smaller and I really needed to put a necklace on. I told her I'd gained almost 20 lbs back. Her comment kind of surprised me. She said, "Yeah, but your face says you still feel better." It made me smile. It also made me think back to those people at the fair. They weren't smiling. Not many of the people who past me using wheelchairs because they simply couldn't handle all the walking were smiling. And the more I think about it, they were the ones who were least likely to smile back at me when I smiled at them. And I realize, too, had we had that same conversation a few months ago, I don't think she would have said that to me. Because I wasn't trying then. I was in my little funk and not caring and about to resign myself, once again, to just living my life at 230 lbs. My face says I feel better because, well, I DO. Because I am being proactive in my own fight against obesity. I am DOING something about it.
And, if this blog has made sense to anyone, well, maybe my rambling isn't as random as I think?