Embracing the Results & the Epiphany
Anyone else tired of fad diets and weight loss methods? I know I am.
On a gloomy day back in May (this year) I took my kids to the dentist. A normal routine, nothing out of the ordinary was to occur while there. While one was in the chair getting teeth cleaned I took the youngest to the restroom. After turning my back to the 3-yr old who doesn’t want to be seen but still wants me in there, I saw a scale on the floor. A scale on the restroom floor at the dentist office…strange, but I got on (unfortunately…or maybe not). Now look, I’m not one to weigh myself. I don’t even want to see the scale at the doctors, let alone hear their mouth about the numbers. But for some reason I got on this scale. I knew I wouldn’t like the numbers, but I still got on. Heck, I’ve never liked the numbers on the scale, who does unless their Angelina Jolie. Do you like the numbers on the scale?
Getting to the point…250 (really 248, but I round up). A scrolling news flash went right thru my head seeing those numbers. Girl on scale in dentist office, way too big for those jeans (even after 3-kids)…START LOSING WEIGHT NOW.
Maybe it’s because I’m 32, or perhaps it was divine intervention…but somehow a light just clicked on. I guess it was an epiphany.
I tried the weight watchers method. A co-worker lost half a person in 8-months by “not exercising and eating what she wanted just in small portions all day long”. What a crock-of-crap. Maybe it did work for her. It sure as heck didn’t work for me. So, I did the unthinkable…I got…dun dun dun…an elliptical. Yeah, dramatic, but it was for me.
I’m not someone who exercises let alone buys fitness equipment so this was big. It was big for me to admit my fat behind needed to lose this weight. So since the end of May I’ve pushed myself and surprisingly it wasn’t hard. I’m not talking about getting on this thing, that was easy. The hard part came after burning 10-calories in 15-minutes. Yeah I said it…and damn proud of it. But since that 10-calorie burn (feeling like I was going to die) I’ve since pushed myself everyday (no less than 5-days a week) to get on this infernal contraption and burn between 900-calories (I’m sweating to the point where it looks like my foreheads a sweat faucet) to 1600-calories (yeah, I’m dying then…husband is forced to help me stretch so I don’t get muscle Charlie-horses…does anyone else call cramps Charlie-horses?)
I’ve been drinking water like crazy and I hated water. But now I don’t mind. I crave protein after my 2-3.5hr workouts. Yeah, I’m pushing my big butt. I want nothing to do with sweets. All I want is eggs, spinach, salads, chicken, shrimp and maybe the occasional piece of cheese. I never forced myself to stop eating, my body just did it on it’s own. Grant it, I did drink water like crazy in the beginning and tried to lower my portion sizes but I didn’t deprive myself.
So I guess the point of this post is to say, if you find yourself hating the scale and what it says it’s not hard to start making those numbers go away. It may feel way too hard to start and your body may hate you the next morning after you start exercising but if you stick with it, it’s really worth it. Those fad diets aren’t the way, you have to exercise…something most people hate or don’t have time for…but it’s absolutely necessary. It just took me 32-years to finally realize that.
And by the way, I've lost 27lbs since the last week of May...and still going...
Epiphanies, gotta love ‘em
99% Pessimist, but Forever a Wishful Thinker