It’s time to talk about it.
The F word.
I mean this is America, right? We are the world obesity leader with a startling 30.6% of the population being obese, according to NationMaster’s statistics. So we’ve got to talk about it eventually. January 1, being New Year’s Day, is the day all of those weight loss resolutions start.
I have had the pleasure in my 24 years to be surrounded predominantly by woman who have never struggled with their weight. Almost all of my friends, throughout my life, have been gifted with the metabolism of a six year old on crack cocaine, but I really would like to tackle this post from a vantage point that most don’t: NOT the place of the sad, overwhelmed victim.
I have never in my life faced a legion of angry cupcakes bent on my destruction, forced to eat my way to safety. I’ve never been threatened or manipulated into accidentally eating fatty, carby foods. (And here’s the one that will make some of my fellow fatties angry) I’ve never been able to say that “I can’t help it”. Every time that I have put something to my lips, I knew whether it was a good decision or a bad one.
The only thing that I am better at than losing weight, is finding it.
In June of 2010, I saw a picture of myself… and gagged. No seriously. Like vomited in my mouth and choked it back. Denial can be a thick veil:
So I buckled down and worked my butt off. Quite literally. Seriously. I played sports in high school, but there isn’t a lot of distance running in volleyball. I built myself up to doing Zumba, Kickboxing and Hot Yoga just about every day of the week. And then it wasn’t enough, so I started running. Short and slow. In October of 2011, I did the 6.6 mile, Big Hit Quarter Marathon. Proudest moment of my life. Size 6 when I wasn’t bloated, 8 when I was.
Then I got bronchitis… then it was too cold to run…. then it was spring and I was dating someone… then it was the hottest summer on record and I was NOT running in 104 degree heat… then I broke up with that someone… then I was mad and mad tastes a lot like macaroni and cheese. This is in June at Stephanie’s wedding. I have refused most people’s’ efforts to snap me on film since then and for good reason. I’m not back where I started… But I’m 20lbs closer. And those 20lbs have GOT to go.
So back on the horse, or treadmill, I suppose. I know New Year’s Resolutions to lose weight aren’t new. This is not a resolution. I’m great at dieting. Since my sewing machine is broken, I guess I’ll gripe about missing carbs and forcing myself to drink a few liters of water a day. Maybe I’ll cook some yummy healthy food. If it costs me a gall bladder, sweet little Annabelle is going to have a healthy godmother for her christening.
Oh and I’m working on my Liebster post. But I’m a procrastinator.