Friday, October 28, 2011
It takes working not wanting
When people ask The Mr. or myself how we're doing this, they listen intently, eyes aglow, smile on their faces waiting for us to give them the secret behind our success. They can't wait to hear what book they need to buy, what pill they need to shop for or how many ounces of wolfbane and eye of newt they need to place an order for at the local witchery. When we say eating healthy and exercise, you see the smile leave their faces, posture drop and eyes glaze over. If they bother to engage you at all after that, it's typically to say "oh, I thought you were going to tell me something I don't know." Sorry to disappoint you but the magic pill isn't here and you shouldn't sit on your ass getting fatter waiting for it. I was always too scared to get pills and surgery wasn't going to be my path regardless of how fat I got. In the days of attempting change over the years, we would lose a little weight and then hit that dreaded plateau and then say "I don't know why this is happening...we're doing everything we can and nothing is helping." The truth was, we were "eyeballing" or putting forth enough effort to get by but certainly not doing everything we could. Lying to ourselves seemed more conducive to our psyches than to say "time to kick it up." We were eating better than when we weren't on a plan but still not watching sodium or looking to get in the most fruits and veggies possible, we would exercise but not 5 days a week and we didn't do it with the kind of effort we put into it now. We were drinking more water but not enough water. All of these things we improved upon slightly but never really fully committed to were somehow "doing everything we could" to us. Pardon my French but bullsh*t!
I shudder to think of how ignorant we were back then and how badly we screwed ourselves out of our younger married years. But in the end, we knew better and when it comes down to it, many people looking to lose weight know what needs to be done but prefer not to make it a lifestyle because they picture that lifestyle being one depriving themselves of any pleasurable foods and being full of torturous exercise. Tell that to the cupcake I ate last night. Or the deep dish pizza I had last weekend. Or the burger from my favorite dive bar. I don't call that deprivation. Let's talk about that torturous exercise. We do Tae Bo, Turbo Fire, Supreme 90 Day, ChaLean Extreme, Power and Body Strikes, Dance Dance Revolution, circuits and free weights. Do I get all giddy with excitement when I get ready to go down and do these things? No. But I don't dread them either. They're fun once you press play and when you're done and you're sweaty, shaking and know you've pushed your body to the limit, you say "I did that! I did something that is going to make my life better and that's better than sitting my butt on the couch!"
There is a difference between wanting to lose weight and doing the work required to make it happen. Wishing for it and bellyaching that it's for other people and you're destined to be fat or too old to change your ways, blah blah blah will keep you out of shape and miserable. It keeps you on the sidelines and out of the game. That is no way to live life. Take it from a girl who resigned herself to wondering if she'd have to be cut out of her house or wait until the neighbors started complaining of the scent of death wafting through the air.
There are people in wheelchairs and people who were immobile and bedridden that have lost weight. If they can do it, is there really any excuse you could possibly use to justify not being able to do it? Yes, the road is long and hard (that's what she said. Sorry, couldn't resist) but the best things in life are not handed to us. It's hard to lose weight but honestly, it's harder to be morbidly obese. I'll take the effort I have to put in daily for the rest of my life over the isolation, social exile and watching days turn into weeks and years of seeing the same 4 walls everyday. I'll take the feeling of pride in doing something like a jumping jack without pulling a fat roll for the first time (happened the other night) or running on the treadmill for the first time (happened 2 days ago) than throwing a hissy fit because I *want* a bunch of crap to fill my pie hole with because I had a bad day at work. Oh the horror! A bad day. I can see how ruining one's health sounds like the solution to that problem. I mean, really? Why does anyone ever fall for that? Yet so many do, all the time, every day and maybe one of them is sitting there with tears running down their face right now wondering if they have that same spirit inside them. It is there. We all have free will and the ability to prioritize those things that are the most important to us. Bad health overflows into all other areas of our lives whether we realize it or not and we owe it to ourselves to be the best, healthiest version of ourselves we can be and settling for less is a day wasted.
Are you working or wanting or somewhere in between?
FYI- No weigh in post tomorrow. Stay tuned Monday. Have a great Halloween weekend all!
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