Subtitle: Continuing Where We Left Off At Last Week's Meeting
OK, now that I've got your attention, listen up! I ain't no expert, nor am I pretending to be, but some things bear repeating:
(1) This is a LIFETIME change, not a sprint to glory for:
(b) Class Reunion
(c) Family Gathering
(e) You pick any remaining excuses
(2) You WILL "plateau"
(3) You WILL back slide (this is to me, too)
(4) This doesn't mean you have to leave SP as an abject failure (your Motivator medallion is non-refundable)
(5) This is the greatest reason TO STAY and STAY THE COURSE! (No, I was never in the military)
This breaks my heart: I see more and more people whose blogs I follow as MIA ("That member can not be found"). They "failed", therefore they must go. They can't bear any more up ticks on their ticker.
OK, here are some "before" pics (camera doesn't lie, and it's doubtful it only makes you ten pounds heavier):
August 29, 2009 234.4 pounds
December 19, 2009 (I'm the one on the left with my new first grandniece)
June 13, 2010 (the "girls" alone must weigh 100 pounds apiece, no?)
March 11, 2011 60th birthday (there's honesty for ya!)
214 pounds (and the beginning of what is now known as "The Big Slide")
Nothing else more recent, but you get the idea.
Addendum: I forgot the Fourth of July pics: That clearly shows the weight gain:
230 pounds (so much for full disclosure - =brrrrr= My friend was right: All the pics taken that day are not in the least flattering - she said they can be used "for blackmail".)
When I had a partner at work doing SP with me, I got down to 208.4 pounds back in November. Since losing him, it's been a struggle going it alone. And, yes, I put back about 20 pounds. But the upside is, I'm still down from my starting weight of 255 pounds, and still holding on to that 25 pound weight loss for dear life. In addition, the Stage 1 Hypertension is a thing of the past. As is the pre-diabetic state. My blood work last time at the doctor's was so be-YOU-tifully pristine, I could have cried! I wanted to have it laminated and framed. Never saw such good numbers for me. So there are, indeed, positives to celebrate.
This is my point in all this: We will falter. We will MOMENTARILY fail. It's part of the whole learning thing. The key is deciding if a momentary blip defines the whole game.
I love watching Jeopardy. I find it very telling watching how the women play and how the men play. When the kids play, the girls play as aggressively as the boys. I love it! They do the teen tournament, the girls are still holding their own. Then it happens: When the adults play, the girls step back. Where victory could be claimed the (now) women become more cautious, and more fearful and don't play the game as it is designed. Never the men. They aggressively say to Alex, "Let's make it a true daily double" and shoot the moon. And win. While the women (and you can hear it in their heads, too), bet extremely conservatively and, often enough, Trebek questions them on their miniscule bets. They just cannot do it. When does this disconnect happen? The other night a man was playing who was woefully behind. It looked like he didn't have a chance in heck of ever catching up. Yet, coolly he kept playing, until, sonofagun, he won the darned thing! I just love when that happens.
So, once again, I must ask: Where's the shame in the faltering as long as we don't quit. We women have got to learn to dust ourselves off and begin and relearn all the lessons we know to be true. This whole weight loss thing (and ultimately maintenance) is really not rocket science. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
I really want to retire these weekly "Women Only" meetings. We have the talent, the brains and the wherewithal to keep up with the guys. Granted, physiologically it will be slower for us, but where is it written that it cannot be done?
So once again I ask: Who's with me and when can we stop renting this room?