January, 2013. I was miserable with my weight, the way I looked and felt about myself. Yet, I seemed powerless to make any lasting changes.
I was desperate to get the weight off. Those TV commercials promising nearly instantaneous weight loss from something as easy as sprinkling powder on the same fatty foods I loved, taking a pill, or drinking a juice, and all without exercise, grabbed my attention. I wanted them all to be true. Diet plans advertising their brand of nutrition with gorgeously thin models telling their success stories taunted me. I just wanted the fat to be gone NOW! And I wanted it gone without having to change what I ate or having to exercise. I wanted to get skinny and eat pizza and donuts every day. Who doesn’t, right?
But I’m not a risk taker by nature and maybe a career in healthcare created some (healthy?) skepticism. I researched all the fad diets, diet pills and supplements wanting to find actual scientific proof that these methods were both safe and effective, wanting reassurance that I could have my cake and eat it too, so to speak. Unfortunately, what I read only increased my wariness. Now, I am not going to say that these methods are dangerous; I have not researched them deeply enough to say that. What I do know is that they were not right for me.
What my online research led me to, instead, was the conviction that I didn’t get fat overnight and I’m not going to get skinny overnight. Healthy weight loss is slow and steady, maybe a 1-2 pound weight loss per week. And healthy weight loss involves both diet and exercise.
I get it. When you have 60 pounds or more to lose, 1-2 pounds a week seems like nothing. But every pound you lose is 10 pounds less pressure on your spine! And exercise is hard. Believe me, I know. I couldn’t even walk without pain in my hips.
But recognizing and owning the fact that I was going to have to work to lose the weight that went on so easily was a big step in preparing me to actually begin weight loss. I’m sure I’ve said this once (or a hundred times) already, but getting my head in the right place had to happen before physical change could happen.
So the hard truth set in. I was fat. I let it happen, and now I was going to have to make some tough choices to get it off. Stink.