First, the confessions...
Yes, I have been working out. But this week, not so much. Today, my Thursday, I finally went to the pool for my second water aerobics of the week. And I was kind of beating myself up over it. That it was only my second class and I hadn't done more this week. I was beating myself up for eating that sweet pastry yesterday. Beating myself up for not going to bed earlier...so I could get up early to work out. Plus, have you heard the studies about how people who sleep less gain weight, or have trouble taking weight off, at least?
Yes, I've realized that I do that alot - beat myself up over things! That I'm a perfectionist and I hold myself to pretty high standards. But the thing is...I internalize all those standards and don't let many people know that I'm beating myself up. (Do we all do that?) I pull that sunny disposition out of my pocket, put a smile on my face, and decide to look at the glass half full - and just deal. And maybe eat a sweet or two when I haven't met my own expectations. Or a plate of chips and salsa. And worst thing, I'd eat it at night while watching tv - a true couch potato! And for years now, I've been covering up my unhappiness about my weight, my constant thoughts and obsession about it by eating myself bigger. Oh how I was missing the mark - how does that even make since? It doesn't, not at all, but it's what was happening!
And oh how embarrassing it got. First off, I'm a pysch major - shouldn't I know better? Shouldn't I have caught the mind games I was playing with myself? The voids I was filling with chocolate cake and Dorritos? I loved to read health books and magazines. I knew what I was supposed to be doing...so why would I make my family a nice healthy dinner before leaving for my night classes...then go grab fast food for my dinner on my break? I don't know for sure, but I'm working it out and trying to get to the bottom of why I slowly tortured myself like this.
You see, I was busy and wrapped up with good things in Alabama...PTO, my Bachelors degree, the kids sports and scouts, my bible study. And I don't wish that I hadn't been wrapped up and involved in all of those things that helped shape me and mold me into the woman I left Alabama being. I'm thankful for all the things I learned, how I grew and the wonderful people I met while doing those things. I just think that when you're wrapped up in good things, it's hard to see that sometimes...even good things aren't so great when they are done in excess or obsessed over. And I can be a bit obsessive about things that I care about. I was a bit obsessive about my degree and PTO. So much so, that I let my health fall to the wayside. And while we lived in Alabama, I watched the pounds creep up the scale, up by hind end, and pile onto my gut...and then there I was again, beating myself up for not being that perfect version of the me I saw, the version of me that none of you have ever got to meet.
And while we lived in Alabama, I gained 40 pounds. FORTY flippin' pounds!! Forty MORE pounds, because when we moved to Alabama, I was already a good sixty pounds overweight! So, I loved Alabama. I had a great time there. I grew as a person. I met great people. And...I gained weight. Lots of it!
And by the time we were leaving Alabama I was embarrassed to even see family again after all the weight I had gained. I was ashamed at how I looked and how I had let myself go. And my age was hitting me hard, as I was realizing that this is my last year in my twenties, that I am soon to be thirty, and that I had been fat for an entire decade! That my children had never seen me fit and tone. That my looks, my health, and my self-esteem was deteriorating at a rapid rate. And then...at that point...I vowed that it had to stop!
I knew that if I didn't get a grip on what was going on with me...what food I was putting into my mouth, what exercise I wasn't getting, how I was hiding emotions with eating, that the stress of this move from Alabama to Japan would put me over the edge. At first, I begged family members to apply to be on The Biggest Loser with me. But the bad thing was, there wasn't anyone else in my family that needed to lose weight THAT bad...but me! So then, I started with small things. Not drinking soda and trying to drink more water, things like that.
During the five months we were in limbo between Alabama, and during our entire stressful move to Japan, I climbed on a scale every once in a while...and was elated! Ecstatic, really. Not because I had lost weight. But just because I hadn't gained any weight. I thought that was inevitable...gaining weight during the most stressful move of my life. And then, I was noticing a pound or two gone. Here or there. And by the time I had got to Japan, I had lost between 15-20 pounds from the time we left Alabama. I was relieved. Just happy that I hadn't gained weight. But I also knew that if I didn't start making some life changes, that I'd get back into the pattern I was in in Montgomery and I'd either stay the same or gain more weight. And I wasn't going to let that happen!
The Good news...
So since I've been here in Japan, about a month and a half, I have really been trying hard to lose weight. I have NOT been dieting! I have been making some life changes that I think I can continue with, so I can live healthier in all aspects of who I am. They include drinking more water, moving more, daily devotionals, not eating snacks after dinner (that was a hard one), eating a good breakfast and...working out! And I saw a few more pounds drop off here and there to where I could confidently claim the loss of 20 pounds. I was excited...motivated. I knew I was heading down the right path.
But then, this week happened. A rut. And so often times I fall into a rut and don't pull myself out if it - and then that's the end of it. I go back to what's easy, my old lifestyle.
So you see, that is why I was soooo beating myself up for not going to workout more this week. And I even had a sort of good reason. I wasn't feeling so hot earlier on in the week. Girl issues that I'm sure none of you want to hear about...so 'nough said! The other reason, which isn't as good as the first, is that I've been sucked (ha ha, pardon the corny pun, I just couldn't help myself) into reading the Twilight Series. I'm on the last book now - so I think I'll be able to resurface and life will resume as normal here shortly.
Ok, I digress...back to this morning. I got home from water aerobics feeling good about the work out (it made me sweat - which YES, is possible, even in the pool!), but not feeling so great about missing so many workouts this week. And my daughter had this waiting for me for breakfast...
what a sweetheart, hmn? It's a low fat yogurt, banana, and granola parfait. Yum!! My family has been sooo supportive in my endeavor to be healthier! And then, I sat there at the breakfast table and decided that I wasn't going to beat myself up anymore about not working out. That I'm NOT perfect, that I never will be...and that beating myself up over it is stupid because it just makes me want to make a chocolate cake and indulge in it - the whole thing - all by myself! Nope, this morning I decided that I am going to let myself slip and slide and trip up, but I am NOT going to waver off of this path of getting healthy.
Then I went and got on my scale to do my weekly weigh-in. And...I jumped and stomped and yelped and... did a happy dance. I have officially lost 30 pounds since we left Alabama in February. THIRTY pounds. That was my goal by my 30th birthday, to lose thirty pounds. I've made it! Hit my goal, and I still have four more weeks to go!!! So maybe I can lose all of the 40 pounds that I gained over the last four years in the South by then! I don't know if I can, but I sure am gonna try! And...I'm gonna try to stop beating myself up over the things I can't do, don't do, and am not -- and try to pat myself on the back every once in a while for the things I can do, do do, and will accomplish!
