Wake Up Call
Monday, January 21, 2013
This morning as I was contemplating getting out of bed and thinking about life and my future and stuff; I realized that it's been almost 10 years since I weighed 150 pounds. There's this thing about nice round numbers - they fascinate our culture. That "decade" figure really stuck out in my head. It's 2013. The last time I weighed 150 was in fall of 2003. It's been almost TEN years. It's been 6.5 years since I first met my hubby, and I weighed somewhere in the low 160s then. It's been almost 3 years since we got married, and I weighed in the low 160's then too. I've been above the low 160s for all the rest of the time I've known my hubby.
And I haven't weighed 150 in almost a decade. DECADE. It's resounding in my head like a call to action. It's not really a guilt trip, or a how could I let myself get here. I know how - that's no mystery. And if I think back to what I was like then, what I was doing, how I was eating, it's also no mystery how to get back to 150. I moved more then, walking to and from classes on campus and hiking several miles at least one weekend a month. I ate less, only feeding myself and not watching anyone else (like my hubby) eat 2x or 3x what I eat in a sitting. I knew even then what a problem sugar is for me. I'd managed to make myself so sick (eating an entire bag of candy corn) once that I failed my midterm exam in structural geology. So for the following couple of years I was staying away from sugar as much as I could.
I'm sitting here with this growing glow/burn that wants to be back down to 150 by this coming fall - to bring this past decade full circle in terms of my health and weight. So today I continue my efforts toward making myself healthier. But I have renewed motivation, sense of purpose and determination. If I lose a pound a week, I'll get to 150 by my 34th birthday. If I lose it faster, I have TON of super cute t-shirts I can wear all summer. It's been bugging me how many of my favorite non-work clothes are too small for me right now. I suppose it should also bother me that I've kept (some) clothes that I haven't been able to wear in 10 years. But it doesn't bother me that I've kept them. It bothers me that I haven't worn them.
150. A Decade. 150. A Decade. It's a little repeating chant in my head, daring me to do something about it. Daring me to try harder than I've been trying. Reminding me how I felt when I was healthier.
I'm taking that dare. I'm stepping up to the challenge. I'm trying harder. I'm getting healthier. I'm losing weight. I already started this morning. I will get to 150 in 2013.