If they can do it, so can I.
My belief in the sentiments of “Seek and ye shall find.” and all the other law of attraction and verbiage about “manifesting your own destiny” continues to be affirmed, day after day. I’m open to, and looking for inspiration, but not going out of my way to find it. But it finds me. The other day, a new friend revealed to me that she lost 70 lbs in the last year. Holy Moly!. And then yesterday, a friend from 46 years ago revealed nonchalantly the loss of 50 lbs in the last 9 months. Wow to them and others.
The how-to of weight loss has been well documented. Find something you are comfortable with and feels right. For some, weight watchers, for others, low carb, for others, Ketogenic.
The real battle is in the mind, and maybe the heart, and the soul. My friend was kind enough to share their thoughts in a long text message and there were three statements that jumped out. They said:
I gained all the weight when I was unhappy.
I want my body to feel authentic to me.
I have reclaimed my life and my body.
“I gained all the weight when I was unhappy.” I was a fairly unhappy kid, and we ate lots of sugar and carbs. Sometime in elementary school, the TV became my friend, second only to a large bowl of ice cream. I packed on the lbs, and those closest to me were either unaware or too absorbed by their own pain to bother. Dad drank. Mom was depressed, and tried to fill the empty feeling with food. Siblings were trying to find their own happiness.
In high school, I decided to lose weight, and did. And damn, life got more fun. Dances, ice skating, roller skating, biking, swimming, scuba diving, jogging, racquetball, skiing and more. I had more confidence, and when bored, I could always “do” something, usually outside to bring me around. On the occasions that I took off my shirt, I wasn’t embarrassed. It felt good to be strong.
Must have been about 18. Plenty of energy for just about anything.
And then (dum, dum, dum, dum), adulting. Stressful job. Unhappy marriage. Gradually put the weight on. There were ups and downs of course, a few years here or there where I rallied and made some progress. Later in my single days, stress of parenting, and my career, I packed it back on. At my peak, I was over 240. Yikes. Even now at 215, I don’t like what I see. I don’t like feeling like this.
Almost hiding my double chin.
I’ve gotten pretty happy over the last ten years. Finally learned how to teach in such a way that it was mostly fun. Found a wonderful partner. Retired and pursuing other hobbies and interests. And now, I am ready to reclaim my life, make it possible to do all the things I can do, including keeping up with my very active partner.
I’m taking back my body, to serve me and enable me to pack as much life in the next 20 years as possible. I have grandkids to watch and help grow, a partner with a eye for excitement and adventure, hiking trails to hike, hills to climb, bikes (both bicycles and motorcycles) that need riding, and who knows? Maybe even a horse to be ridden.
2. Are you comfortable in your body?
3. What’s on your list to do before you give up the ghost and start counting worms?