Thursday, June 13, 2013
Everyone who knows me, knows that I am lazy. I don't like cooking, I'd rather drink coffee or Diet Coke than water, and I HATE to exercise. So how in the world is someone like me supposed to get motivated to lose weight? One step at a time.
I am lucky in the fact that at my highest, 175lbs, while I was technically considered obese you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who thought so. I was a size 12 while people often thought I was an 8/10. (Although I suspect at least a few were being nice) In addition, I have no major health issues due to my weight. My biggest issue from my weight is back pain that while irritating on most days and crippling on the worst, is not going to kill me.
So how do I start dropping weight when it's hard to be bothered to do much of anything that requires effort? To start, I did my best to kick the soda habit. I'll have a Diet Coke now and again while I'm out to dinner, but for the most part it's seltzer and flavored (but still calorie free!) water. My next step is to try and cut out the flavoring so that I don't have to worry about the artificial sweeteners and chemicals. As for coffee, I've found that I prefer tea a whole lot more and especially with no sugar or milk. It's a lighter flavor and it doesn't leave my stomach in knots.
Next came the food. This would be harder. But because I was getting an apartment at school I knew I couldn't rely on the dining hall and there was no way I had the money to order in 2-3 meals/day. At first this meant lots and lots of ramen. But after a while I found easy things that I liked. Oatmeal became a staple in my diet and I've recently discovered a love of lemon-garlic spinach. I still stick with the quick and easy, just not so much salt and grease.
Finally, this summer I am starting work on my fitness. My nemesis since childhood has always been running. Not once from K-12 could I manage to run a mile. I couldn't even make the cutoff for the healthy rating for government testing. Not to mention currently I smoke. Meaning my lungs and I aren't the best of friends at times. I have however always wanted to be able to run effortlessly across a field or be one of those people that jogs because they just want to. And so I did the stupidest thing imaginable for someone like me. I signed up for a 5k. In 5 weeks I will be running at the Rebel Race in New Windsor. A 3.1 mile obstacle-laden course designed to make me give up and go home. So now that I've gotten myself into this mess, the only way out is to run through it. I've been practicing my running (very very slowly) and I've added some strength training to my week. I'm running this event with one of my best friends, who is in much better shape than I am. My hope is that when the day of the event comes, even if I can't speed through it like some people, I will be able to finish.
Now I haven't dropped 100 lbs, or 50, or even 10 yet. There have been a million little bumps in my path that I have tripped over. But I'm hoping that now I'll remember where these pitfalls and potholes are and I'll be able to avoid falling down.