The Plight of the Long Term Weight Loss
Friday, April 11, 2014
I've been working out quite consistently for three weeks now. Five or six days a week, while tracking my food and drinking my water everyday.
But there's a problem.
At least once each week, my husband has asked me, "So when are you going to start lifting weights?"
For two weeks now I've been doing ten minute Spark Videos for some resistance training a few days a week.
Since almost week one, my mother has been insistent that I add Chia seeds to whatever I eat. She says I should do a yoga class. She says, she says, she says.
No one is ASKING anything. That's the first problem. "How has your working out been going? How's tracking your food? How is your state of wellness" Because let's not brush under the rug the 300mg of Wellbutrin XL and 20 mg of Celexa I take every morning, shall we?
Besides pointing out that I'm the busiest unemployed person she's ever met, my therapist often prompts me by asking me, "Do you feel overwhelmed?" during any given rant or introspection. WHAT DO YOU THINK??
Everyone in my personal life, who interacts with me directly, looks completely past the fact that I have become terribly obese in the past ten years. Yes, there are people way worse off than me, people who would be happy to be where I am at starting out. But the fact is that I have a LONG arsed way to go before I get hyper analytical about my diet and how often I need to be lifting weights or how fast I can run a mile. I want to walk quickly up the stairs without losing my breath. I want to be able to lift just *myself* well, wth do I need to add five pound weights to my arm for, LOOK AT IT. The muscle in there is already carrying around at least three pounds of fat surrounding it.
So rant-y tone aside, this is the long way 'round to say: Thank you, all you lovely Spark People who have been being so wonderful to me this past month. Thank you for being my *real* support system, instead of making me feel like I'm not doing enough of something, or that I need to do different things. You're just there. Caring, encouraging, and cheering me on for the things I *am* achieving. Thank you.