
So, here I am one week after joining the Hot 100 Challenge.
Hoping to encourage someone else in their weight loss journey as I share about mine.
Too Hard | |
The next time you are feeling that Weight Watcher’s is “Too Hard”. The next time you feel journaling, weighing and measuring food is “Too Hard”. The next time you feel exercising is “Too Hard”. The next time you think going to weigh in and stay for your meeting is “Too Hard”. I say the next time you feel “This is Too Hard” consider how hard it was/is to: Shop in Specialty Clothing Stores (Layne Bryant, The Avenue, Catherine’s) your choices are limited. Missing Out on Pool Parties because you're too embarrassed to wear a bathing suit in front of your friends. Not being able to wear your favorite outfit because it's too small. Not wanting to hug those close to you because you don't want them to feel your rolls of fat. Not going to the movies, because squeezing into the seats for 90 minutes is too uncomfortable. Not dancing at weddings because you don't want people staring at the "fat chick" on the dance floor. Not attending family gatherings because you don’t want people to see how big you’ve gotten. Not going to a picnic or summer barbeque because you’re afraid the lawn furniture won’t hold you. Not riding on amusement park rides with your kids because you can't fit in the safety harness or the seats. Not attending your high school reunion because you don't want old boyfriends seeing how much weight you've put on. Or old friends thinking "what happened to her?" Not fitting in the booths at your favorite restaurant. Having to ask for a seat belt extension on the airplane. Yes, journaling, weighing and measuring your food, exercising, and attending weekly meetings is hard but being over weight is much harder and so much lonelier. Author - Rosie Bops |
"March 17,2008 - Comfort Eating That Hurts
Tonight I find myself sitting here typing because I can’t sleep yet; not because I’m not tired, but because I feel so full that I don’t want to lie down just yet. It’s an awful, uncomfortable feeling, but it’s not an uncommon one. I’ve felt this before and just like in the past I find myself thinking, “Why do I do this to myself?”
[blah....blah...blah...private stuff....all about food and family who eat a lot....blah ..... blah.....]
One more thing… though I don’t want to admit it, I’m going to have to learn how to eat less around **** and not feel bad for doing so. I don’t like to see *** eating so much and being so out of shape and so I just go right along with the eating habits so I don’t offend ***, but I need to stop feeling that way.
[ a little more blah...blah ...and private thoughts...]
I don’t want to seem snotty about food to ****, but I’m tired of feeling so full and yucky from eating too much…it’s no longer comforting like it used to be.
Run, Run, Run!
New paths interest me. I never know what lessons I will learn as I travel them.
Recently, I discovered a walking path that circles the local high school. The first time I walked it, I realized that I had arrived in time to see student summer activities underway. As I turned the bend around the back of the school, I heard the football team yell as they hit the ground during pushups. I saw a freshman being tutored by a senior in the proper manner to serve a tennis ball. I saw the girls' tennis team gathered around their coach. I saw the band practicing marching routines as they slowly counted to eight. I saw the flag team attempt to twirl their flags in unison.
Engrossed in the activities on the grass, I recalled my own high school years and remembered warm summer mornings practicing routines, cheers and music. It was such an innocent time.
Suddenly, my mind snapped forward. I saw a middle-aged woman round the bend of the track, followed by a large pack of girls. As they hit the straight-away, some of them started to call out, "Come on. You can do it. Don't give up now. You're almost there. Don't quit fighting. You can do it! Run. Run. Run!"
A few girls sped up as the cheers rang in the air. Other girls trotted along with their friends, barely breaking a sweat. Trotting behind the pack, with gritted teeth, ran a small group of girls. They were red. They were hot. They were struggling and yet, they ran on.
"Yes," I thought. "Run! Run! You can do it. Don't quit fighting. Don't give up now. You're almost there."
We all face obstacles. We all have challenges. We all experience trials and tests. The thing we must remember when we are in the middle of them is that we must keep trying. Just think how good it would be, if we are tempted to give up, to cheer ourselves on with the wisdom heard on a high school track.
Don't give up. Don't quit fighting. You'll get there eventually. Run. Run. Run!
- Ro