Hi guys!
Nancy, woo hoo joining our crunches is great. Maybe I should announce our little challenge game on the numbered thread or as a whole new thread.
Tanya, You are too right about setting good examples for the kids. I don’t have kids yet, but I am desperate to have them some day. I imagine popping in a work out video because children LOVE to do that kind of stuff. I think it is amazing, something so miserable as an adult, can be so so fun as a child. I wish my mother had formed those habits for me as a child (I don’t blame my mother of course, not in any way shape or form). It sounds like you are doing the right things though. I can’t imagine there is any better motivator than a child.
You paying for Wiggles tickets cracked me up. Now THAT is competitive parenting. It’s ok, I am 22 and I don’t like live concerts anymore either. They seem so…I dunno. I would only really go see two music groups right now if they came by my way and that’s U2 and Billy Joel (I’ve seenU2 3 times and Billy Joel once, see music doesn’t date you!!). I’ve gone to all of the others and every time I go to a concert someone spills beer on me! I must look like a depository or something! My friends think I don’t want to go because I’m fat and don’t want to get excited like that…umm two words for them: (Censored). I just don’t feel like going and screaming and shouting with masses of idiots. I grew out of that after high school.
I’m looking forward to getting to 300 as well. I am eeking closer and closer.
Nightowl, you are absolutely correct. Being honest is one of the most important things to be in this epic battle of ours. Your McDonalds weakness the other day rings so true for me as well. It’s something that nags and begs at you and we give in to this temptation and pay for it later by feeling awful. I know it doesn’t feel this way, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of and I applaud your ability to admit it. In my worst days, I would stop on my way home from school and eat a large fast food meal, then come home and eat dinner as if it never happened. It became almost daily. These things happen. You admitted it and judging by your recent post, I don’t think you’ve forgiven yourself for it yet.
I have gone the route and back again of considering weight loss surgery. One day my mother’s friend Cindy came over, and as conversations usually go with me and ‘normal’ people, we began talking about my weight problem. Cindy said “Gastric bypass surgery! A woman I used to work with got that! It works!” My mom said Oh really, all interested despite being a nurse. Oh yes yes! It’s great, she’s lost SO much weight! She picks up the phone and says I’ll call her! She called the hospital department the lady worked in and asked to speak to Amy. Then she put the phone down and said “Oh my God, she died.” I just shook my head. I’m dying to lose weight too, just not literally, thank you.
I think we all have times, when we reach that point. A peak of desperation. A depression that comes from our size, the unfairness that we feel in public, in private, even in the way we regard ourselves. I think we have to be gentler with ourselves and more understanding.
It is a long hard road. However, when I planned out my weight loss at the center, I set a date. Planning out the amount of weight I will lose compared to the amount of time it will take—I should weigh 150 pounds by December 7th of 2007 assuming I lose an average of 2 pounds a week.
That is a long long time…for some people. But for me—that’s no time at all! That’s ok. I will work hard until then. I will deal with all the tears and the sweat and long long days of feeling like a second class citizen.
I guess my point is, a whole year of this is hard guys. Really darn hard!!
But to analyze a little---why is it hard?
I believe it is because eating is a
social sport, a recreation. You have a nice night because you go out to dinner. For my family, it has always been when we gather together once a day around a table as a family. It’s what you do when you go out with friends. It’s the social playing field for human beings. We eat with our families and with our friends and with our loved ones. Every holiday is pretty much a celebration of good food and warmth. Because food makes people happy, something that tastes so good can be a memory and the people you had it with. No one remembers a meal where they ate alone.
So—the point of my ramble. The hardest point of weight loss for me is that I can’t escape it. My family and my friends and even my co-workers know I am dieting. Every meal is faced with “Can you eat this?” and “Sorry honey, I made dessert for everyone else, if you wanna go back to your room it’s ok.” And “Dusty, we are going out to eat…ohhh you can’t go.” My friends want to drink and sit on the floor and watch movies with a tub of ice cream. My co-workers give me these looks of pity and don’t invite me out anymore.
If I keep this up. I will have to do this hardcore for a year—then be mindful for the rest of time. Work out a few times a week, make a few healthy choices and enjoy life. That is what doctors recommend anyhow. If I get gastric bypass surgery, this will be my life forever. Every holiday will be misery. Everyone will know who eats with me. My social life will involve this forever. I will have the tiny portions and I wont ever get to sit there with my friends again and be normal.
There is a phrase I was told in weight watchers: “Eat to live don’t live to eat.” This phrase IS a good thing to go by, however, it only works on a certain level. Eating is a human social activity and it is part of what our lives are. Imagine your favorite restaurant. It doesn’t compare to McDonalds, going out and sitting with the people you love and enjoying good food. Demanding your partners “try this-you have to, it’s so good!” and sharing that dessert. I am not trying to sound food obsessed. I am only trying to accentuate the role food plays in our daily lives. Let’s face it, if we all lived all by ourselves on an island, would it be half as hard to eat right?
I just wanted to give my perspective. Nightowl, I think you can do this the hard way but I understand if you opt for the surgery. Like you, I have been overweight since I was a tiny little kid. I never spent a single day of my life feeling pretty or skinny or feeling special. I have always been an outcast. Being skinny probably feels like a million billion dollars. And I bet I can make it feel even better if I work hard to get there. It’s just that I’m doing this to feel healthy and accepted, and I don’t know if I would EVER feel healthy, normal or accepted with a stomach the size of an egg—throwing up because I took a drink of liquid too fast. Plus your body shinks and you will have to have surgery for left over skin where you ARE still YOUNG. Young, I swear it! And your skin still has Q-10 and elasticity and can bounce back. Just think about it and know whatever you decide to do
we support you 120%!
Ok guys I have babbled long enough. I am sorry for this super long post!
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And let’s do the workout music exchange! Anyone who wants in PM me and I’ll organize it!
Back to the bump and grind,
Lots of love,
~Dusty