Fat Didn’t Happen Overnight

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.

Author: Juanita

Thanks for dropping in! I'm Juanita. People tell me I don't look like a Juanita since I'm red headed and freckled with super pale skin, but what's in a name, right? I'm a 40-something, single (as in no kids, never been married) gal from Oklahoma. I'm a nurse and most importantly, a follower of Jesus. I love chocolate, am scared of heights, and petrified of snakes. After my fortieth birthday and coming to grips with the fact that I was obese, I discovered I'm a runner and a CrossFitter, and that there's a whole lot of life left to live. I just had to get past the fat, stare down the fear, and realize that 40 is not too old for new beginnings. So this is the story of my struggles and adventures in the quest to live a healthy life in mind, body, and soul.

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