I’m 55. Nearly 56. As you know, I lost 110 pounds through SparkPeople. I hit my goal weight in May 2012, and have managed to sit below or at that weight since.
This has been a bad year for me, emotionally. The past seven months have been a struggle to keep my weight at goal. I had actually beaten it and had five ‘play-with’ pounds. They are gone now and I’m back at that goal. I want to get those five pounds back off, but it has been a struggle. It’s harder than when I weighed 250 because when your body is close to where it should be, the pounds don’t just drop off like they do when you’re obese.
Two years ago I started running, mostly because walking bored me. My daughter Rose invited me to run a 5K with her for the local humane society, and the rest is history.
Last Saturday morning Rose and I ran the Girls Just Wanna Run 5K in Springfield, Mo., that evening, we ran the Wine to Water 5K in St. James, Mo. It was our first double header ever!
The Wine to Water run (given by Meramac Vinyards of St. James to benefit Engineers Without Borders) was the inaugural run. There weren’t very many people there, which is a shame. The race was through the hills and valleys of St. James’s wine country, and was a nice course. My thighs, well, quads were not real happy about running a second race, especially going uphill, but I told myself to keep running, and we managed to climb them all.
Any road, being such a small field, I was fortunate enough to come in first in my age group, an accomplishment my daughter posted on her Facebook page.
The next day my friend Sam told me I was such an inspiration to her and she wanted to start running again. Another friend, Paul, has asked me about my running and where and when and how, as he is recovering from surgery and needs to get healthy and I’ve been such an inspiration to him.
I like inspiring people. I like people asking me how did you? How can I? and being able to point them to some of the ideas and tools (like SparkPeople) that have helped me.
I’ve been thinking, though. People do not realize how much the little words can mean. In fact, it was Paul’s comment, on seeing a picture of me from high school that was the final push I needed to start on this new life. One word at just the right time, and, like a Jenga tower, the old me started to sway, to topple.
There have been many days this year that I have struggled with what I’m eating, with how much I’m working out, with a lot of other, personal things. One of the things that keeps me going, keeps me eating better, keeps me tying on those running shoes is having been told I’m inspiring someone else to work towards a better them.
We all have to be willing to make these changes for ourselves, but sometimes, taking a second to grab someone else’s hand makes it much, much easier to keep climbing.
So if someone inspires you, tell them. Give them that boost from behind as they reach back to lend you a hand, and that way everyone gets to the top of the hill.