This blog is dedicated to my SP Friend WillowWind, who struggled so valiantly with malignant obesity. She was only 44. Rest in peace, dear, dear lady.
In December 2009, I wore a size 52DDD bra, my thigh was as wide as the average man’s waist, and I stood about as tall as I was wide. At 5’6.5” weighing 350 pounds, I was one of only 50,000 Americans who suffer from the most insidious kind of obesity: malignant, or super, obesity.
If you click on “View JINJERLY's Sparkpage,” at the top of this screen, you will have access to 34 pictures, 68 blogs, 402 friends, and 2,372 comments. You will notice that I just celebrated my 4th SPanniversary (a.k.a. Sparkiversary), and if you click “Read More About Jinjerly,” you will find a description of my weight-loss journey: a brief history of my battle with obesity, why I decided to transform my life, how I keep motivated, what I eat, and how I exercise.
A journey usually demands a destination. For most of us, that destination is a number. Mine was 150. I knew that it would take at least 2 years to lose 200 pounds, and 2 years was just too much to bear. So I set my first SP ticker for 20 pounds. When I reached my first destination, my SPFriends and SP Biggest Loser teammates congratulated me and sent me Goodies. I set my ticker for the next destination, and so on and so forth until 18 months passed and I reached my next-to-last destination: 199.
I am excited to be in Onederland, a place I hadn’t seen in over 14 years, but I have set my sights on a new destination. This last destination is not a number but a state of being – healthfulness, which I define as adhering to the food and exercise plan I designed and regularly tweak. Unlike a number, Destination Healthfulness is easy to get to because I don’t have to wait weeks or months to get there. When I wake up in the morning, a new journey begins. Throughout the day, I make dozens of choices which either lead me toward or away from my destination. My body shed 152 pounds of excess stored energy because I reached this daily destination more often than not.
No book, program, or person could draw the route, identify the obstacles, and establish the destination of my unique journey. Only when I reached deep into my heart, mind, and soul and brought to bear the compassion, wisdom, and experience needed to forge a path, did I finally do so. Did I say “I”? I mean “We.” We includes
My SParklers, who missed me when I dropped out of SP and welcomed me back when I came to my senses. You are each a star, shining light and lending warmth to all who are blessed to know you;
My sister Christie, who, despite everything, still speaks to me;
My son Justin, who has on more than one occasion taken food away from me;
My roommate Janie who hides the cereal and licks the ice cream in the freezer so I won’t eat it;
Diana, whose compassion and grace inspires me to be the woman I was meant to be, and to her husband Steve who convinced me to believe in me and refused to give up on me;
The creators and perpetuators of SP: you’ve proven to me, directly and indirectly, that the best things in life are free;
The 24,653 people who have viewed my Sparkpage: I am humbled that so many of you would want to know me;
You, the reader, whose comments will guide and support me and others as we struggle to eat right and exercise; and,
Most important of all, God. I am undeserving of your mercy.