I actually have this written on my main blog, but knew it needed to go here as well, this being where my weight-loss journey is fought. Sometimes a little humor helps me see myself a little more clearly!
I did work out this morning. Granted, I didn’t complete the workout, but I did 30 minutes of vigorous exercise. Please hold your applause. I’ve been at a comfortable plateau since late December/early January. I’d like to lose roughly another 10 pounds (maybe - I don’t want to look like one of those giant lollipops you buy at Disney World - you know, the big head, little legs/body syndrome) but am thrilled that I have lost 60 pounds of excess blubber and am healthier, happier and hopefully wiser. I have found that I am now one of those annoying people who is cold all the time. I’m also one of those annoying people who sometimes just forgets to eat. When I was fat I didn’t understand how it was possible to forget to eat. In fact, my exact response to that was, “You’d have to be ten kinds of stupid to forget to eat.” I now see that I was ten kinds of stupid to live my life like that. So, now that I recognize the problem, I’ll count them out.
1. The Eat-Too-Much Stupidity - I think this one sort of explains itself.
2 - 5. The Eat-When-Bored/Mad/Sad/Lonely/etc. Stupidity - Again, pretty self-explanatory.
6. The I’m-Too-Concerned-With-What-Others-Think Stupidity - This is a life-long battle I continue to fight. I’m improving, however. I used to put way too much stock in what others thought of me. Hopefully I’m recovering from this one a little bit.
7. The Changing-The-Channel-Via-the-Remote-is-Exercise Stupidity - Yeah, I know. You don’t even have to say it. For what it’s worth, chewing doesn’t count as exercise either. While housework does burn calories, it doesn’t burn off all the calories I was eating. I’ve learned my lesson, and frankly, I do enjoy exercise now.
8. The Fat-Clothes-Are-Hot Stupidity - Okay, so I never really thought that my fat clothes were hot, but I didn’t change my eating/exercise habits earlier, so I hold myself responsible for wearing my fat clothes. They could have been worse, as in bigger and with gaudy flowers (I never got to that point), but they were my fat clothes and I HATED them. It’s like every morning was a slap in the face saying I was a fat cow who couldn’t even find cute clothes in her closet. Ooh, if I just had a few thousand dollars to spend on new clothes now… I can dream…
9. ????
Okay, so I can only come up with 8 concrete kinds of stupid that I was. Just pretend I said something about being eight kinds of stupid instead of ten. The fact is, I have changed a lot of things since January 2007. My confidence has improved and will continue to do so as long as I remain true to myself and hold myself accountable for my eating and exercise. I’m not going to be fat again. I’m not going to be weak again. I’m not going to be eight kinds of stupid again. Well, maybe I will, but not those particular eight.