Saturday, November 09, 2013
In Medias Res is a literary term that basically means that the readers are coming in to the story somewhere in the midpoint. That is kind of where I am at the moment. An early midpoint. I'll give you a very quick recap of the last 28 years of my life: childhood obesity leads to even more weight gain as a young adult which leads to lots of weight gain through the first few years of marriage (boo!). Some solid, healthy choices (and some very good luck) help me lose 50lbs (yay!). Which no one really notices (oh well!). Some madness on my part and an increasingly strange set of circumstances lead me to spend a summer training to run a 5K (Hint: at the beginning of the summer I had never ever ever even run for a quarter of a mile at a time). Stubborn determination, the support of friends and family, and more than a little strength from God lead me to actually run the entire 3.1 miles (in 55 minutes! There were even people behind me!) and I lost 30 more pounds in the process (that makes 80! Whoo hoo!).
Now you're officially caught up. Let's make some quick introductions. Hi! I'm Tiffany! I'm 28 years old and I weigh 338.2 pounds as of this morning. That is a number I haven't yet even told my husband. I'm usually pretty private about these things. Well, not to you! We're best friends now! (We must be, I just told you my weight. We're friends for life whether you like it or not.)
The last 2 months have been a bit of a frustration for me. I finished one of the most awesomely difficult and rewarding summers of my life, gave myself a week off (why? Why OH WHY?) and two months later here we are. This is no place to be.
This morning I was feeling a bit morose about the whole thing. "Oh woah is me!" I cried out in a mighty but quiet voice (my husband was still sleeping and I was in the bathroom which may have caused him a bit of a worry) "I have failed myself!" It was very dramatic. I was a bit forlorn because I had convinced myself to take the scale out from under my bathroom sink even though I hadn't seen it in over a month. I really didn't want to step on it.
That, however, is when Sassy Tiffany came out. Sassy Tiffany is my favorite. "Listen here Tiffany." Sometimes I must be firm with myself. "You haven't failed anything. You did something good for yourself. Something you've never done. Why don't you ever remember the good things that you've done for yourself?"
"Well," I responded, a bit sheepish at this point. "You see, it's the last 2 months..."
"Oh hush." Sassy Tiffany is called that for a reason. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to get that scale out, take your measurements, and that is your new starting point."
I did. I had gained 10 pounds. This wasn't as bad as I had feared, but it wasn't great. It felt like starting over. Then the philosopher part of my brain piped up. "It isn't starting over. You're starting something new." Man, that's some good advice.
That's where we are. I'm starting something new. Something ever so slightly different. And you, new best friend, are a part of that. So, I've lost 70 pounds (If you're doing the math and keeping up, I lost 80 and gained 10 back), I've got something like 170 until my goal, and we're going on this ride together.
In the words of the beautiful and talented David Tennant as the 10th Doctor: "Allonz-y!"