It's been a little bit since I posted , lots going on.
Okay... so we all have up days and down days. Sick days and well days. The important point to this is just don't stop moving and just don't give up! The last week and a half or so has been pretty up and down. Bad weather, battling upper respiratory issues and then having a severe allergic reaction the other day kind of put a damper on things...BUT I never gave up! I kept moving even though I was slower, ran a little less, took breaks when I needed it, and switched up my routine when I couldn't run. A little Zumba on the Xbox, some workout videos I found through Pinterest, I just kept moving in some way. No matter how little it may seem, those little bits add up. Remember if you are moving, you are still lapping those on the couch!
So with that said, we all face challenges and part of our journey is to work through them. It would have been extremely easy to slide back into old ways and just gave up and stopped. Nope not anymore. I have done it a thousand times and that was a thousand times too many. I WILL NOT STOP! That chant is in my head and will remain there. I have ran in the rain, in the cold and while sick. I will not stop!
I'm not doing this for anyone but me. I use to think that in order to be loved or worthy of it, I would have to be that size 2 and have the "perfect body". I held on to that for a long time.... not anymore. I don't post those skinny itty bitty girls for motivation. Know why?? Because that is not attainable for me. I have made peace that I earned my stripes, I'm not in my teens anymore so there isn't going to be taught lovely skin... I have had 2 c-sections so that lovely flat washboard stomach isn't going to happen. But you know what.... that's OK. I will be the best that I can make myself. I don't want to be skinny.... I want to be HEALTHY! I want to run that 5K (faster), 10K, half marathon and hopefully a full marathon. Can I do it overnight? well of course not! But I will get there.
I want to be the example to my kids. I want my daughters to see how hard it is to get back from this. My oldest daughter went on my second run with me today, I let her see the out of breath, side hurting, knee hurting me...but she also got to see that I didn't give up no matter how out of breath or tired I was. I want my girls to be proud. I also don't want them to ever have to go through the ridicule and outcast feeling of growing up overweight and not in that neat little mold that the media likes to stuff girls in. I want them to know it's OK not to be a size 2 but it's NOT OK to be overweight. It's OK to indulge in a cookie but not the whole damn box!
I want my husband to be proud of me... I know he loves me and has told me more than once that he loves me no matter the size etc... I want my family to be proud.... but in the end this isn't for them. I have to do it for me... so that's what I'm doing, One step at a time, one foot in front of the other.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Introducing...Me! The where, what, who's and how's of me
I have always hated this part LOL :) The awkward beginning of
telling who you are, where you came from, what your goals are, where you
plan to be in 5 yrs.... let's make this simple and start from the
beginning and get to the point.....
For the largest majority of my life I have been overweight. It really started when I first began kindergarten. Now I was never a super skinny kid anyway, but I was slim. I attribute my slow climb of the scale to decreased activity (being confined to a classroom for hours a day) and diet of school food. What also didn't help was being raised in the south, in the country in the south. For those of you who grew up in this wonderful region of the country, you know exactly what I mean by saying we celebrate everything with food. For those of you not raised in the South, here's an example: "Did you hear that so and so passed away?" "Lord no. I better go bake them a cake (or casserole etc) and take to them. What are you taking?"
You may find this strange but food is how we celebrate, morn, spend time together, gossip, socialize and everything inbetween. Food is the main attraction and if you are southern, you have ringside seats! Add to that mix of being from the country where biscuits and gravy, eggs, bacon, and sausage are must haves for breakfast. Where things are made with butter, fried in oil and the tea is almost like syrup- overindulgence of everything bad but oh so good, is not very hard.
Back to the middle and high school ages...actually before then. Let's go back to just school age in general. Let me just say that your peers, especially as a kid, can be the cruelest of all people. If you have ever been overweight, had acne, or was just plain different- you know exactly what I am talking about. There are things that were said about or to me that I still remember just like it was yesterday. I can even tell you what I was wearing and where I was standing. It takes a long long time to get over those words, if you ever get over them. Funny thing , the one thing that was the root of my problem, was also my comfort when the words hurt. Or if I was angry. Or upset. Or on any emotional roller coaster. I was and am an emotional eater and I know that I'm not alone. There are plenty of us.
For me my journey along the road of weight loss started back in middle school/ high school. I tried different things. Eat only this or that, eat less, don't eat at all, take diet pills, drink shakes, and sad to say that I even tried throwing up my food after eating ...thank heavens I couldn't stand doing that so it didn't last long. Nothing worked for me, and it's no surprise now that it didn't. I wasn't doing anything right.
So through all of this, my self esteem took a nose dive... and I mean straight down, no curve, just fell like a rock. I always felt like I wasn't worth it. I didn't deserve to be loved or appreciated. I always just knew that I would be left for someone else when I was in a relationship...I mean after all I wasn't worth them staying around. WHY would anyone want someone like ME?
Let me tell you, when you are in that part of your head I have come to realize that you do stupid shit and rational thinking goes right out the window. You want to feel like you are worthy. You want people to like you and want to be around you. So you end up abusing yourself just as bad as everyone else. It is easy to think that if other people can make fun of you, why not just do it yourself and beat them to it. That makes it O.K. for others because they think if you make fun of yourself then it don't matter if I do it. Or how about being a little "easy"? Or dress in low cut clothing or short skirts... Hey people want you, even if it is for all the wrong reasons. We end up just pushing our own self destruct detonator. This continued thinking of I'm not worth it and I'm not good enough, has followed me through out my teenage years and right on into my twenties and now thirties. Difference is, now I tell that voice to shut the hell up... at least on most days.
SO, let's fast forward to a more present time. I have tried to get healthy for many reasons and obviously none of them were right. I was ALWAYS doing it for someone else, never just to make me happy. I have had some good starts and then like most people, the motivation just left me. Old habits and excuses got in the way. Even though there might have been good reasons, they just weren't... enough. I used every reason in the book to get motivated to lose weight. My husband, my kids, my family, my health, to find a job, so people would quit staring and laughing..... you name it I have probably used it. But see, even while a big portion of these are great (family ,etc.), they just didn't give it the final push over the hump. The day of reckoning came though...and this is what this blog is all about.
This is my story, my journey to self discovery and improving my life. Come take a walk with me....
For the largest majority of my life I have been overweight. It really started when I first began kindergarten. Now I was never a super skinny kid anyway, but I was slim. I attribute my slow climb of the scale to decreased activity (being confined to a classroom for hours a day) and diet of school food. What also didn't help was being raised in the south, in the country in the south. For those of you who grew up in this wonderful region of the country, you know exactly what I mean by saying we celebrate everything with food. For those of you not raised in the South, here's an example: "Did you hear that so and so passed away?" "Lord no. I better go bake them a cake (or casserole etc) and take to them. What are you taking?"
You may find this strange but food is how we celebrate, morn, spend time together, gossip, socialize and everything inbetween. Food is the main attraction and if you are southern, you have ringside seats! Add to that mix of being from the country where biscuits and gravy, eggs, bacon, and sausage are must haves for breakfast. Where things are made with butter, fried in oil and the tea is almost like syrup- overindulgence of everything bad but oh so good, is not very hard.
Back to the middle and high school ages...actually before then. Let's go back to just school age in general. Let me just say that your peers, especially as a kid, can be the cruelest of all people. If you have ever been overweight, had acne, or was just plain different- you know exactly what I am talking about. There are things that were said about or to me that I still remember just like it was yesterday. I can even tell you what I was wearing and where I was standing. It takes a long long time to get over those words, if you ever get over them. Funny thing , the one thing that was the root of my problem, was also my comfort when the words hurt. Or if I was angry. Or upset. Or on any emotional roller coaster. I was and am an emotional eater and I know that I'm not alone. There are plenty of us.
For me my journey along the road of weight loss started back in middle school/ high school. I tried different things. Eat only this or that, eat less, don't eat at all, take diet pills, drink shakes, and sad to say that I even tried throwing up my food after eating ...thank heavens I couldn't stand doing that so it didn't last long. Nothing worked for me, and it's no surprise now that it didn't. I wasn't doing anything right.
So through all of this, my self esteem took a nose dive... and I mean straight down, no curve, just fell like a rock. I always felt like I wasn't worth it. I didn't deserve to be loved or appreciated. I always just knew that I would be left for someone else when I was in a relationship...I mean after all I wasn't worth them staying around. WHY would anyone want someone like ME?
Let me tell you, when you are in that part of your head I have come to realize that you do stupid shit and rational thinking goes right out the window. You want to feel like you are worthy. You want people to like you and want to be around you. So you end up abusing yourself just as bad as everyone else. It is easy to think that if other people can make fun of you, why not just do it yourself and beat them to it. That makes it O.K. for others because they think if you make fun of yourself then it don't matter if I do it. Or how about being a little "easy"? Or dress in low cut clothing or short skirts... Hey people want you, even if it is for all the wrong reasons. We end up just pushing our own self destruct detonator. This continued thinking of I'm not worth it and I'm not good enough, has followed me through out my teenage years and right on into my twenties and now thirties. Difference is, now I tell that voice to shut the hell up... at least on most days.
SO, let's fast forward to a more present time. I have tried to get healthy for many reasons and obviously none of them were right. I was ALWAYS doing it for someone else, never just to make me happy. I have had some good starts and then like most people, the motivation just left me. Old habits and excuses got in the way. Even though there might have been good reasons, they just weren't... enough. I used every reason in the book to get motivated to lose weight. My husband, my kids, my family, my health, to find a job, so people would quit staring and laughing..... you name it I have probably used it. But see, even while a big portion of these are great (family ,etc.), they just didn't give it the final push over the hump. The day of reckoning came though...and this is what this blog is all about.
This is my story, my journey to self discovery and improving my life. Come take a walk with me....
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