Has someone ever disappointed you? Have you ever been hurt by the words or actions of another person? Did you ever discover that someone you trusted was not completely honest with you?
Okay, so now that everyone reading this post can raise their hands and say that they've been there and had one (or more!) of these experiences, let me ask you another question...how did you respond to it? Has it ever driven you to food as a way to cope?
There's a great deal of information available on the topic of "emotional eating". Examples may include using food to fill an emotional void, or taking comfort from food during stressful, painful, or challenging times. While these scenarios are accurate representations, emotional eating can also be tied to eating when you are bored, social eating (joining in and eating simply because others around you are eating), pressured eating (friends, family, or co-workers urging you to eat something they have made, or to eat with them), or eating instead of facing strong emotions, among other things.
To tell you the truth, I have never really considered myself to be an emotional eater under most of these circumstances, and I can't recall ever purposely wanting a specific food in times of emotional crisis...until recently.
Last week, I had a situation where it came to light that someone I had trusted in the past had been dishonest with me several years ago about something significant. It made me mad, but it also broke my heart to know I had been lied to. It challenged my feelings of self-worth. And all I wanted was mashed potatoes...
Mashed potatoes have always been my favorite food. I like them just about every way they can be prepared. Even in my baby book, in the section about my 2-year-old self, for favorite foods my mother penned "mashed potatoes!!!" rather enthusiastically. As I have been losing weight, I knew I did not want to give them up completely, so I've trimmed them back on our family menus to only once or twice per month, and have taken out the butter and cream cheese and now use Greek yogurt in place of higher fat ingredients. Different, but still very good!
As I stewed over my new-found disappointment, the madder I got, the more I wanted to get into my kitchen and make a huge pot of mashed potatoes, complete with cream cheese and butter! I have never cooked or eaten out of emotion like this before, and at first, I really didn't even realize that was what was happening. I walked into my bedroom to change clothes before cooking, however, and the sight of my weights sitting in the corner made me stop in my tracks.
Instead of cooking and eating, I changed into sweats and chose to workout. Instead of burying my emotions in a bowl of potatoes, I worked through my feelings. I allowed myself to experience the anger, the frustration, the hurt, and the betrayal...but I didn't stop there.
By mid-way through my workout, in tears, I was reminding myself that I am valuable. The person who wronged me was just that...wrong. I refused to allow the words of others to have power over me. I would not let another person's actions to drive me to undo the work I have done with losing weight by emotionally pushing me to eat foolishly because I was upset. Every time I lifted a dumbbell, I let go of some of the hurt and I regained a little more of my freedom.
Exhausted, as I reached the cool down portion of my workout, I found myself forgiving the person who had wronged me and praying for them. I honestly hope they experience God's love in their life. In my heart, I released them from my anger, and in doing so, I received the opportunity to move on. And all without eating a single bite of mashed potatoes...
Monday, August 17, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Making a Comeback
Don’t you just love a good comeback story? You know, the kind of tale where a character has been really successful, but then life throws them an unexpected curveball and they go through some really hard places…or maybe they made some poor decisions that led them astray…but in the end they come back, stronger, wiser, and better than ever? There’s so much emotion involved as the character moves through each season of their experience…The joy of the good times, followed by the agonies of the challenges, and finally, the relief and excitement when they make it through to the other side of their struggles. I have laughed, cried, and cheered my way through many such books and movies.
Right now, however, I feel as though I’m living out my own comeback story…Having been overweight my entire life, I finally decided 4 years ago that it was time for a change. I worked hard to change my eating habits and incorporate exercise into my life. I’ll be honest with you, it’s not always easy to implement exercise and healthy eating when you’ve spent 39 years without giving much thought to your own personal fitness, but I did it, and I lost 169 pounds in about 18 months. I was smaller than I had been since I was 13 years old. I felt fantastic! I had taken up running and biking. I was no longer restricted or limited by my size in any way…then I got hit with my curveball, and it knocked me flat on my back. During the following 2 years, I dealt with so many doctors and lived in so much pain, that as I stopped exercising and devoting time to good nutrition, I regained over half of the weight I had lost.
By the time that I had recovered from my health issues, I went through a really depressed period of time where I thought I could never lose the weight again. Oh, I wanted to. Desperately. But I had pretty much given up hope that I could actually do it though. It all came to a head one Sunday afternoon in March as I started pulling all of my now way-too-small clothes out of the closet. I was so mad at myself. All that work for what? To regain half of it? To give up without reaching my goals? Or even worse, to keep on gaining and end up heavier than I was when I started???
I had to make a decision. I could either spend the rest of my life miserable, hating myself because I wasn’t who I wanted to be, and feeling like a failure…or I could do something about it.
I have to say, making the choice to get back on track has set me free. Free from the feeling of “I can’t”. Free from feeling like I wasn’t worth something better. And free from the overwhelming feeling of being out of control and unable to do what was right and make a change in my life.
For the last three months now, I’ve been paying attention to proper nutrition, working out regularly, and staying accountable to a supervised program, and the weight is coming back off at a healthy rate, averaging about 2 pounds lost per week for the last 15 weeks, and I feel fantastic!
You see, no matter how far you have strayed from your goals, you can always make a comeback. It doesn’t matter if circumstances beyond your control sidelined you for a while, or if you chose to stray from what you knew to be the right path. Or like me, maybe you’ve experienced a blend of the two. Today, however, you are not powerless. You have the ability to choose to do what is best for your body.
Are you ready to make your comeback?
Philippians
1:6 “…he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion…”
(Just a reminder/disclosure…I am not a medical professional, a
representative of any formal weight loss program, or a certified trainer, so
anything I write in this blog is not intended to be taken as advice, guidance,
or recommendations. It is simply a journal of my own personal experiences.
Thanks!)
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Up and Down Escalators
When I was a child, one of my mother’s
regular shopping destinations was a local department store. My favorite part of being there was when she
needed something from one of the upper levels, and we got to go up the
escalator. Riding up those moving stairs
was exciting to my eight-year-old self. I
loved grabbing the rail and jumping on as it took us higher and higher. There was only one problem, though…I loved
going up, but I was terrified of coming back down!
Going up was easy. I got to start the journey from the bottom, on familiar ground. Just walk in and step right on with no fear of falling. Seeing the steps rolling upwards was not the least bit intimidating to me, it was fun! As long as I looked straight ahead, I could ride along comfortably with no thought of how far up I was really going.
Coming back down was not so easy though, and I got no enjoyment from it whatsoever. Going down meant that I had to face the reality of just how high I had gone. The thought of pitching myself forward onto the quickly descending platform would paralyze me in fear. The big, open stairwell loomed in front of me, making me dizzy if I dared take a peek at it.
I saw others going down with no problem, but I was scared that I would get killed if I tried on my own. Usually my mother could prod me along, holding my hand and half dragging me with her, my face buried in her side. One time in particular, however, I can remember my mother (with my baby sister and her recent purchases in her arms) told me to grab onto the rail myself and follow her back down. She boarded with ease, but I simply could not get myself to move. I could visualize myself tripping and tumbling down, being hurt and embarrassed, and thought perhaps staying in the 2nd floor linens department for the rest of my life was my fate, because there was no way I could do this. Now at the bottom, my mother began pleading with me to “quit being silly” and come down, but I would not budge. Rather, I burst into tears, convinced I could not possibly do it. Eventually, a kind sales clerk heard the commotion and helped me get down to my waiting family.
I find that there are many similarities to this journey of losing weight and living a healthier lifestyle and my experiences with the escalator. When you are gaining weight and not exercising, the ride up is often easy and fun…After all, fast food is convenient and inexpensive. Sweet, savory, and rich indulgences taste great and are often shared in social settings with friends and family. You don’t have to set aside time in your day for fitness or meal planning, and you rarely stop to think about how far you’ve gone from where you started. Before you know it, you’ve reached “new heights” that actually become places of despair…favorite clothing no longer fits, your energy level is way down, you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, and you just don’t feel good about yourself like you once did.
No matter how much you know you need to do what it takes to get back down to where you belong, it can be scary. It’s hard to face the reality of where you’re at. From the high point, the goal looks so very far away, impossible to reach. You begin to think that this is the place where you will spend the rest of your days and there’s nothing you can do about it. I know, because I’ve lived it in more ways than one…
Today, however, I’m so thankful that I’m no longer standing at the top, shaking with fear, and refusing to move because I’m afraid I might not make it back down. I took a deep breath and made the steps necessary to head back down to a healthy weight, and guess what? It feels great! While the journey to reach my weight loss and fitness goals may take a little longer than that childhood ride down the escalator, I’m so happy to be moving in the right direction!
(Just a reminder/disclosure…I am not a medical professional, a representative of any formal weight loss program or a certified trainer, so anything I write in this blog is not intended to be taken as advice, guidance, or recommendations. It is simply a journal of my own personal experiences. Thanks!)
Going up was easy. I got to start the journey from the bottom, on familiar ground. Just walk in and step right on with no fear of falling. Seeing the steps rolling upwards was not the least bit intimidating to me, it was fun! As long as I looked straight ahead, I could ride along comfortably with no thought of how far up I was really going.
Coming back down was not so easy though, and I got no enjoyment from it whatsoever. Going down meant that I had to face the reality of just how high I had gone. The thought of pitching myself forward onto the quickly descending platform would paralyze me in fear. The big, open stairwell loomed in front of me, making me dizzy if I dared take a peek at it.
I saw others going down with no problem, but I was scared that I would get killed if I tried on my own. Usually my mother could prod me along, holding my hand and half dragging me with her, my face buried in her side. One time in particular, however, I can remember my mother (with my baby sister and her recent purchases in her arms) told me to grab onto the rail myself and follow her back down. She boarded with ease, but I simply could not get myself to move. I could visualize myself tripping and tumbling down, being hurt and embarrassed, and thought perhaps staying in the 2nd floor linens department for the rest of my life was my fate, because there was no way I could do this. Now at the bottom, my mother began pleading with me to “quit being silly” and come down, but I would not budge. Rather, I burst into tears, convinced I could not possibly do it. Eventually, a kind sales clerk heard the commotion and helped me get down to my waiting family.
I find that there are many similarities to this journey of losing weight and living a healthier lifestyle and my experiences with the escalator. When you are gaining weight and not exercising, the ride up is often easy and fun…After all, fast food is convenient and inexpensive. Sweet, savory, and rich indulgences taste great and are often shared in social settings with friends and family. You don’t have to set aside time in your day for fitness or meal planning, and you rarely stop to think about how far you’ve gone from where you started. Before you know it, you’ve reached “new heights” that actually become places of despair…favorite clothing no longer fits, your energy level is way down, you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, and you just don’t feel good about yourself like you once did.
No matter how much you know you need to do what it takes to get back down to where you belong, it can be scary. It’s hard to face the reality of where you’re at. From the high point, the goal looks so very far away, impossible to reach. You begin to think that this is the place where you will spend the rest of your days and there’s nothing you can do about it. I know, because I’ve lived it in more ways than one…
Today, however, I’m so thankful that I’m no longer standing at the top, shaking with fear, and refusing to move because I’m afraid I might not make it back down. I took a deep breath and made the steps necessary to head back down to a healthy weight, and guess what? It feels great! While the journey to reach my weight loss and fitness goals may take a little longer than that childhood ride down the escalator, I’m so happy to be moving in the right direction!
(Just a reminder/disclosure…I am not a medical professional, a representative of any formal weight loss program or a certified trainer, so anything I write in this blog is not intended to be taken as advice, guidance, or recommendations. It is simply a journal of my own personal experiences. Thanks!)
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Finishing Well
Nearly two
years have passed since I last used this blog to share about my life, and now
the time has come for me to start writing again. It’s not always easy, turning your thoughts
and feelings into text, but it is something I feel compelled to do. Steven Covey once said, “One word expresses
the pathway to greatness: voice. Those
on this path find their voice and inspire others to find theirs.” My hope is that God can somehow use my story
to bring encouragement and inspiration to others…and so, through writing, I
have found my voice once again.
For those of you who are here for the first time, I would recommend you take a few minutes to read through a couple of my previous posts, Why Polyester, Why Polyester Part 2, Daddy's Example, and I am a Runner, and they will help you understand some of my history. To my friends who are stepping back into my journey, I am glad you have returned. I hope to use this post to bring you all up to date on where I am today.
When last I wrote, I was two years into my weight loss journey, and through balanced nutrition and exercise, I had lost 169 pounds and was well on my way to reaching my weight loss goal. Then, suddenly, everything changed.
One afternoon in July 2013, I went to the park to go running, and less than 1/8 of a mile in, I was struck with a blinding headache. Having never experienced any kind of migraine before, I didn’t know what was going on. Over the next year, the headaches became more frequent and severe, to the point that they never let up, and no medicines or therapies provided any relief. I hurt continually, and it interfered with every aspect of my life. I was sent from doctor to doctor, seeing everyone from a neurologist, to an eye doctor, to the dentist, and several other specialists in between, in an effort to determine the cause of my issue. Finally, in August 2014, it was found that I had a large growth in my frontal sinus cavity that was triggering all of the pain. During surgery, the doctor performed seven different procedures to clear everything out and re-align my sinuses. The surgery was more invasive then was planned, and the recovery time took much longer than expected, and I was not released from follow up care until the end of November 2014. I still have some residual issues that linger, but am grateful that the headaches are a thing of the past.
In the middle of all of the headache and sinus problems, I broke my left foot, and I was restricted from any kind of extended walking for three months, and the doctor told me I was not to run or ride my bike for a minimum of six months, or I faced the risk of re-injury because of where the original break had been located.
This brings me to March 14, 2015…It was time to reclaim the ground I had lost and finish what I started! I knew I needed accountability to get back on track and start losing weight again, so I signed up for Weight Watchers, took a deep breath, and walked into my very first meeting. The topic of that session was exactly what I needed to hear…Don’t let your setbacks become stay backs!!!
I have never been a quitter. Rather, I typically dedicate myself to seeing things through to the end, even when it’s difficult. I may not always reach the summit as quickly as I would like, and sometimes my definition of success in an area changes over time, but when I start out to accomplish something, it’s not very often that I give up and walk away.
For example, twenty-five years ago, I graduated high school and went on to college to pursue a degree in music education. I completed all but my final year of my music program, but then as they say “life got in the way” and I did not get to finish school at that time, but I never let go of the hope that one day I would graduate. In 2009, I decided it was time to go back to school to finish what I had started, and in May 2014, I graduated Summa Cum Laude from Regent University with my Bachelor of Science degree in Psychology. Graduating with a 4.0 GPA, while being a wife and mother, working a full time job in the investment field, and serving as a pastor all at the same time was no easy feat. Through prayer, determination, support from my amazing family, and commitment, however, I finished…and I finished well.
Now, it’s time for me to apply that same level of concentration and deliberate effort to finishing what I started in my weight loss. My previous health issues put things on hold for a while, but that doesn’t mean I have to stay in that place! I joined Weight Watchers on March 14th, and in the first 10 weeks, I have already lost 26 pounds!
Weight Watchers awards you little charms for various milestones, and at my meeting last week, I received my 25lb. goal charm. In a way, it reminded me of my first semester back in school…I received a letter telling me that I had been placed on the Dean’s List for academic achievement. Now, the paper that letter was printed on wasn’t worth much, but it signified something great in my life. It was an active celebration that acknowledged that I was on track towards reaching my goal. The same can be said of the little 25lb. charm. It is just a small trinket, but to me, it serves as a beautiful reminder that I WILL reach my goal, and I am well on my way!
Let me encourage you today to revisit your dreams. Do you have goals that have been set aside, but in your heart, you long to see them come to pass? Turn them over to the Lord, and ask Him for guidance, direction, and provision, and then take action and see where He leads you!
For those of you who are here for the first time, I would recommend you take a few minutes to read through a couple of my previous posts, Why Polyester, Why Polyester Part 2, Daddy's Example, and I am a Runner, and they will help you understand some of my history. To my friends who are stepping back into my journey, I am glad you have returned. I hope to use this post to bring you all up to date on where I am today.
When last I wrote, I was two years into my weight loss journey, and through balanced nutrition and exercise, I had lost 169 pounds and was well on my way to reaching my weight loss goal. Then, suddenly, everything changed.
One afternoon in July 2013, I went to the park to go running, and less than 1/8 of a mile in, I was struck with a blinding headache. Having never experienced any kind of migraine before, I didn’t know what was going on. Over the next year, the headaches became more frequent and severe, to the point that they never let up, and no medicines or therapies provided any relief. I hurt continually, and it interfered with every aspect of my life. I was sent from doctor to doctor, seeing everyone from a neurologist, to an eye doctor, to the dentist, and several other specialists in between, in an effort to determine the cause of my issue. Finally, in August 2014, it was found that I had a large growth in my frontal sinus cavity that was triggering all of the pain. During surgery, the doctor performed seven different procedures to clear everything out and re-align my sinuses. The surgery was more invasive then was planned, and the recovery time took much longer than expected, and I was not released from follow up care until the end of November 2014. I still have some residual issues that linger, but am grateful that the headaches are a thing of the past.
In the middle of all of the headache and sinus problems, I broke my left foot, and I was restricted from any kind of extended walking for three months, and the doctor told me I was not to run or ride my bike for a minimum of six months, or I faced the risk of re-injury because of where the original break had been located.
This brings me to March 14, 2015…It was time to reclaim the ground I had lost and finish what I started! I knew I needed accountability to get back on track and start losing weight again, so I signed up for Weight Watchers, took a deep breath, and walked into my very first meeting. The topic of that session was exactly what I needed to hear…Don’t let your setbacks become stay backs!!!
I have never been a quitter. Rather, I typically dedicate myself to seeing things through to the end, even when it’s difficult. I may not always reach the summit as quickly as I would like, and sometimes my definition of success in an area changes over time, but when I start out to accomplish something, it’s not very often that I give up and walk away.
For example, twenty-five years ago, I graduated high school and went on to college to pursue a degree in music education. I completed all but my final year of my music program, but then as they say “life got in the way” and I did not get to finish school at that time, but I never let go of the hope that one day I would graduate. In 2009, I decided it was time to go back to school to finish what I had started, and in May 2014, I graduated Summa Cum Laude from Regent University with my Bachelor of Science degree in Psychology. Graduating with a 4.0 GPA, while being a wife and mother, working a full time job in the investment field, and serving as a pastor all at the same time was no easy feat. Through prayer, determination, support from my amazing family, and commitment, however, I finished…and I finished well.
Now, it’s time for me to apply that same level of concentration and deliberate effort to finishing what I started in my weight loss. My previous health issues put things on hold for a while, but that doesn’t mean I have to stay in that place! I joined Weight Watchers on March 14th, and in the first 10 weeks, I have already lost 26 pounds!
Weight Watchers awards you little charms for various milestones, and at my meeting last week, I received my 25lb. goal charm. In a way, it reminded me of my first semester back in school…I received a letter telling me that I had been placed on the Dean’s List for academic achievement. Now, the paper that letter was printed on wasn’t worth much, but it signified something great in my life. It was an active celebration that acknowledged that I was on track towards reaching my goal. The same can be said of the little 25lb. charm. It is just a small trinket, but to me, it serves as a beautiful reminder that I WILL reach my goal, and I am well on my way!
Let me encourage you today to revisit your dreams. Do you have goals that have been set aside, but in your heart, you long to see them come to pass? Turn them over to the Lord, and ask Him for guidance, direction, and provision, and then take action and see where He leads you!
Philippians 1:6 “…he who
began a good work in you will carry it on to completion…”
(Just a
reminder/disclosure…I am not a medical professional, a representative of any
formal weight loss program or a certified trainer, so anything I write in this
blog is not intended to be taken as advice, guidance, or recommendations.
It is simply a journal of my own personal experiences. Thanks!)
Sunday, July 28, 2013
I Am a Runner
I am a runner. In fact, I have spent many years of my life running from...
As a child, I ran from the other kids who made fun of me because of my weight, and found places to hide and cry...
As a teen, I ran from the pain of feeling alone and misunderstood because I was always the biggest kid in every class...
As a college student, I ran from the reality of the food choices I was making and the harm I was doing to my body through over-eating and making excuses for my size...
As an young adult, I ran from the belief that I could ever make a change and lose weight, and I held onto the idea that being obese was just my lot in life...
Today, however, I no longer run from, but I run to...
I run to the truth that, with God as my foundation and my help, change is indeed possible!
I run to a future of healthy living and well-being!
I run to prove to myself that there is an athlete who has lived inside of me all along, and I have finally set her free!
I run to show my kids that they can set huge goals in life and reach them through commitment!
Today, I run because...
I run because the joy I experience in the freedom of movement is overwhelming! (I will neither confirm nor deny that I have had a "Sound of Music" mountain top moment, running, with my arms flung open wide and twirling on the back half of the track at the local park...more than once!)
I run because I have always been the slowest and the last in every sport and always dreaded gym class because I couldn't keep up, but I now know my body can be pushed farther than it ever has before!
As a child, I ran from the other kids who made fun of me because of my weight, and found places to hide and cry...
As a teen, I ran from the pain of feeling alone and misunderstood because I was always the biggest kid in every class...
As a college student, I ran from the reality of the food choices I was making and the harm I was doing to my body through over-eating and making excuses for my size...
As an young adult, I ran from the belief that I could ever make a change and lose weight, and I held onto the idea that being obese was just my lot in life...
Today, however, I no longer run from, but I run to...
I run to the truth that, with God as my foundation and my help, change is indeed possible!
I run to a future of healthy living and well-being!
I run to prove to myself that there is an athlete who has lived inside of me all along, and I have finally set her free!
I run to show my kids that they can set huge goals in life and reach them through commitment!
Today, I run because...
I run because the joy I experience in the freedom of movement is overwhelming! (I will neither confirm nor deny that I have had a "Sound of Music" mountain top moment, running, with my arms flung open wide and twirling on the back half of the track at the local park...more than once!)
I run because I have always been the slowest and the last in every sport and always dreaded gym class because I couldn't keep up, but I now know my body can be pushed farther than it ever has before!
I run because I want to encourage others that you don’t have to be at your goal weight to get up off the couch and start moving!
I run, simply because.....I can!
As someone who used to barely be able to walk to the mailbox and back, words can hardly explain the feeling I get when I lace up my shoes and hit the pavement. To finish and know that my body has carried me 3, 4, or 5 miles on my own two feet in a matter of minutes makes me well up with tears of thankfulness and amazement. To me, running represents healing, restoration, change, and freedom.
I am a runner!
I run, simply because.....I can!
As someone who used to barely be able to walk to the mailbox and back, words can hardly explain the feeling I get when I lace up my shoes and hit the pavement. To finish and know that my body has carried me 3, 4, or 5 miles on my own two feet in a matter of minutes makes me well up with tears of thankfulness and amazement. To me, running represents healing, restoration, change, and freedom.
I am a runner!
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Friday, June 14, 2013
Armed and Fearless
As I have lost weight, my body has changed in various ways. While it’s fun and exciting to see myself shrinking, the fact is that some areas will bear the marks of my extremely overweight days long after I reach my goal. When you start out where I did, it’s pretty much inevitable, so it’s just something I’m learning to live with. One of the more prominent areas where I deal with this is in my upper arms.
As a woman (who now has so many new shopping avenues available to me), I’m finding so many summer dresses and tops I really like that are very cute, but sleeveless. While the size of my arms has gone down considerably, I still have a great deal of toning work to do, but even with that, I’ll probably always have some loose skin left there, and I’ve been pretty self-conscious about it. So, for every sleeveless garment I’ve bought, I’ve also got a jacket or sweater to go over it and cover up my arms.
This past week, as the temperatures have soared from the high 70s into the 90s (hello summer!), the last thing I’ve wanted to wear is multiple layers. When I got dressed for church last Sunday, I put on a sleeveless top and instinctively grabbed a jacket, then became very upset over feeling so bad about the way my arms look and feeling like I have to cover them all the time. After an encouraging conversation with my husband, I ended up spending part of the day with the jacket off, bare, flabby arms and all, and you know what? The world didn’t end over it. No one stopped and stared and pointed at the lady with the under-arm flaps. No one laughed at me or asked why I dared to show off my not-so-perfect biceps. I wore a sleeveless top…and it was okay…
Here’s the reality of it…if we’re honest enough to admit it, we all have areas about our bodies we feel insecure about. Wait, can I say that again with a little more emphasis? We ALL have areas about our bodies we feel insecure about or would like to change in some way! There’s just no getting around it. There may be some pudge here, or some flab there. Maybe we’re not as buff and built, or as slim and trim as we used to be or would like to be. Face it, we’re human and time and gravity do a work on us!
What I’ve learned this week, however, is that while I’m working to improve my strength and muscle tone as I continue to lose weight, it’s okay to be real. It’s okay to accept that this is me, where I’m at today. I’m not as good as I will be, but I’m sure better than I was! That measure of self-acceptance comes along with a heaping dose of peacefulness and contentment, and I’ll take that any day!
So, if you see me fearlessly baring my imperfect arms this summer, just know this, I’m thankful for the strong arms that God has given me! These arms help me express myself in worship as I raise them in praise. These arms have gone around the shoulders of hurting people to extend comfort in times of need. These arms have carried my babies close to me and held them for hours of rocking. These arms embrace my husband and hug my children and other loved ones. They may not be perfect, or sculpted, or beautiful, but they’re mine and they have served me well. While I strive to make them better, I’m going to do my best not to complain and grumble about the way they look any more.
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(Just a reminder/disclosure…I am not a medical professional or certified trainer, so anything I write in this blog is not intended to be taken as advice, guidance, or recommendations. It is simply a journal of my own personal experiences. Thanks!)
Friday, May 31, 2013
I Did it!
I DID IT!!!! On Memorial Day morning I completed my first official 5K with a time of 36:18! What a crazy, eventful, and exciting day it was!
I trained well in the weeks leading up to the event, and had my pace and time down into a good range. I could easily walk the 3.1 miles in 44-45 minutes, and had done it with a mix of running and walking in about 39 minutes, so I was confident that I could finish with a decent time. Honestly, I just wanted to finish, and not be the last person over the finish line! I’ve spent so much of my life being last when it came to any kind physical event, competition, or game, that I really hoped to simply come in somewhere in the middle.
When the race started, I felt great and headed out at a quick pace (for me anyway). Thankfully, I remembered to hit “start” on my mapping app as I crossed the starting line. This became very important later in the day! As my app announced my distance through my earbuds every half mile, I knew something was drastically wrong when I passed the 3-mile mark and the finish line was no where in sight. Now, the joke in our family has always been that I am totally, and completely, shall we say, “directionally challenged”. Having a GPS system on my phone has saved me more times than I care to remember. Well, before the race started, I looked over the course map as one of the volunteers was going over the 5K and 10K routes that were set up for the day. I felt great as we started, and when my husband was at the halfway point taking pictures, our camera documented that I was just a couple of minutes behind one of our friends who was also running the race. The back half of the course, however, proved a bit more challenging for me!
Apparently, in order to get the entire 3.1 mile distance into the course, there was a small detour through a parking lot that the 5K runners had to take towards the end of the course. Well, it happened to be very close in location to another section of the course, and the volunteers directed me into this area at the wrong point, and then wouldn’t let me out without circling around the cones set-up a couple of times. Then, once I finally made it out, volunteers made me go back through it again at the end (which is when I should have made just one half-loop through it).
Once everything was said and done, I covered a total of 4.5 miles, instead of 3.1! Initially, I was pretty frustrated about it. After all, this was my first official 5K, and it took me 51minutes to actually cross the finish line for my 4.5 miles. But the more I thought about it later on, the more I realized what a blessing in disguise it actually was. You see, I never again have to be afraid of being able to complete a 5K. After everything I went through a couple of years ago in a 5K walk that I couldn’t finish, I have to admit that I was a bit nervous about this run. Even though I had covered the distance many times over in training, being surrounded by other runners in a race environment was scary. Knowing that I ran above and beyond the 5K distance has stripped away the fears associated with it, and next time will be even better because of the confidence boost this has given me!
Once the race was completely over, I was able to speak with the people at the timing results table, and they were able to take my running app and verify the altered course that I ran, along with the split times for each mile I covered to figure out my average speed and they calculated my total time for the 5K distance at 36:18.
I guess you could say that, had I just ran 3.1 miles, I would have been an overcomer, but running 4.5 miles made me more than a conqueror!
Several of the folks from our church pastoral team ran this race together, and we had shirts that said, “RUN YOUR RACE”, which references the scripture that states, “…let us run with endurance the race that is set before us” (Hebrews 12:1 NKJV). Truer words could not have been spoken for me that day!
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Calling Names
I mentioned in a previous post that from time to time I was going to address some of the emotional issues that come along with weight loss. So, here you go!
Most people tend to carry around several titles throughout their lives. Me? I’m a Christian, wife, mom, sister, friend, blogger, employee, daughter…you get the idea. Throughout my childhood and teen years, I carried around a whole host of other names, although none were of my choosing. In my very first post on this blog, Why Polyester? I talked about the horrible names my pediatrician called me during an office visit when I was just 7 years old. That doctor wasn’t the only one who used to call me names because of my weight. Getting teased was a daily occurrence for me at school.
While so many kids made fun of me from time to time, there was one particular girl and her group of friends who tormented me. Every. Single. Day. I had the unfortunate problem of going to school from first grade through high school graduation with this girl, and she never let up on me. She was the harsh, classic bully that intimidated me, stole my lunch money and school supplies, threatened me, and found every possible way to humiliate me about my size in front of other classmates whenever she could. The list of cruel names she had for me back then seemed endless.
As an adult, the names continued to come at me, only from different sources. In clothing stores I was labeled as an “extended size,” at the doctor’s office I was labeled as “morbidly obese,” and on more than one occasion I have been referred to as the “plus-sized gal,” and the “heavy-set lady” among other descriptions people have had for me in both social and professional realms.
As I have now lost 167 pounds (!), I’ve been dealing with getting past the negative names I’ve been called throughout my life, and ironically enough, it’s been due to complimentary remarks that people have made. You see, very well-meaning friends, people who I know care about me and are supportive and encouraging to me in my journey, have said things to me like, “Hey Skinny!” or called me “Skinny-Minny” and similar things. There is a part of me, that when someone says something like that, I feel very, very self-conscious. It’s kind of like the idea of nick-naming someone for a characteristic that is completely opposite of the way things actually are…like calling a guy who’s 6’8” tall “Shorty”. See what I mean? At a size 18, I know that I am far from being anywhere near skinny at this point. Thinner than when I started? Absolutely! But really and truly thin? Nope, not yet. So, I have to resist the emotional urge to feel like I’m being made fun of when people say things to me like “You’re going to blow away if you lose much more weight!” I know in my head that they’re not making fun of me, they love me and are acknowledging my weight loss in a light-hearted and encouraging manner, but part of healing from the past means I have to remind my heart of this fact regularly.
Losing weight truly is about much more than just shedding pounds from your body. Living as an overweight individual results in a host of emotional baggage, and through the grace of God, I’m learning to drop the emotional weight I’ve carried for so long right along with the physical weight!
Healthy. Healed. Whole. This is the theme for my life!
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Monday, April 22, 2013
Crazy Pain
Wow, I have had some crazy stuff going on with my back since Friday!
As I've talked about in the past, before I started on my weight loss journey, I had a bad fall in a local park that resulted in extreme back pain and sciatic nerve issues in the right side of my back and my right leg. That went on for such a long time, and was the worst physical pain I had ever endured. As I have lost weight over the last 22 months, that sciatic pain had completely went away, and I can't remember the last time I dealt with it.
Fast forward to this past Friday. Friday morning, I went to work as usual, with no back pain or issues at all. By 10:30am, my back had started hurting, truly out of nowhere, and on the left side of my spine. It literally started hurting while I was sitting in my office chair. I had not done any kind of strength workouts for a week, and had done no lifting or anything out of the ordinary. I can't pinpoint any specific action that could have caused this.
The pain got so bad that I left work early Friday and went to the chiropractor. He did an adjustment and sent me home to ice packs and rest. I proceeded to spend the entire weekend flat on my back in my bed, as it was the only position I could be in to get any measure of relief! Even though I was in bed and resting for almost three whole days, doing nothing, I felt completely exhausted, and couldn't even get myself to read and dozed in and out of movies on the television. My sweet boys came and went to entertain me from time to time by reading Dr. Suess books to me, performing little skits they made up, and climbing into the bed to watch movies with me, on the strict instructions that they had to lay still and couldn't bounce around because any kind of movement made me hurt.
Today, I had to come into work, and have been on pain relievers and using a heating pad all day, but haven't had much relief. This feels just like the sciatica I used to get in my heavier days in my right side, only now it's in my left side. The wrong movement makes it feel like an electrical shock in my back, that then travels down my leg with a searing pain. There just aren't words to describe how bad it hurts. Off and on over the weekend I would just cry, telling my husband that I never, ever dreamed I would have this kind of back pain again since I've lost so much weight. Not to mention, the frustration over having done nothing specific to injure myself or set it off.
So, for now, I continue to pray for healing and rest as much as possible and I appreciate your prayers as well as I mend!
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As I've talked about in the past, before I started on my weight loss journey, I had a bad fall in a local park that resulted in extreme back pain and sciatic nerve issues in the right side of my back and my right leg. That went on for such a long time, and was the worst physical pain I had ever endured. As I have lost weight over the last 22 months, that sciatic pain had completely went away, and I can't remember the last time I dealt with it.
Fast forward to this past Friday. Friday morning, I went to work as usual, with no back pain or issues at all. By 10:30am, my back had started hurting, truly out of nowhere, and on the left side of my spine. It literally started hurting while I was sitting in my office chair. I had not done any kind of strength workouts for a week, and had done no lifting or anything out of the ordinary. I can't pinpoint any specific action that could have caused this.
The pain got so bad that I left work early Friday and went to the chiropractor. He did an adjustment and sent me home to ice packs and rest. I proceeded to spend the entire weekend flat on my back in my bed, as it was the only position I could be in to get any measure of relief! Even though I was in bed and resting for almost three whole days, doing nothing, I felt completely exhausted, and couldn't even get myself to read and dozed in and out of movies on the television. My sweet boys came and went to entertain me from time to time by reading Dr. Suess books to me, performing little skits they made up, and climbing into the bed to watch movies with me, on the strict instructions that they had to lay still and couldn't bounce around because any kind of movement made me hurt.
Today, I had to come into work, and have been on pain relievers and using a heating pad all day, but haven't had much relief. This feels just like the sciatica I used to get in my heavier days in my right side, only now it's in my left side. The wrong movement makes it feel like an electrical shock in my back, that then travels down my leg with a searing pain. There just aren't words to describe how bad it hurts. Off and on over the weekend I would just cry, telling my husband that I never, ever dreamed I would have this kind of back pain again since I've lost so much weight. Not to mention, the frustration over having done nothing specific to injure myself or set it off.
So, for now, I continue to pray for healing and rest as much as possible and I appreciate your prayers as well as I mend!
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
22 Months and Still Going Strong
Well friends, today marks 22 months since I started on my weight loss journey and I’m happy to report that I’m still going strong, and continuing to learn things along the way! For month 22, I lost 6.6 pounds, which brings my grand total to-date to 165.3 pounds lost!
Back in January, I came to a point when I decided that I would purposely go into maintenance mode for a while, instead of trying to actively lose weight. To be honest with you, there was a little part of me that wondered how I would handle maintenance. Would I feel like I could splurge more often and end up gaining some of the weight back? Would the thought of eating more per day feel scary? Would I truly be able to maintain my losses?
Well, the answers came in a good, well-balanced way! I have spent the last three months in maintenance mode, and did not go overboard with it. I basically ate the same things I eat in loss mode, just a little more of it. I continued to track my intake and to weigh-in daily. Through the process, I discovered that my habits really have changed for the better, and I am not the same person I was before I started losing weight, where my personal health and nutrition are concerned.
About two weeks ago, as I was nearing the end of my planned maintenance season, I began to ask myself if I really wanted to jump back into losing mode or just stay on in maintenance indefinitely. After all, I reasoned, losing over 160 pounds without the aid of surgeries or specialized programs was a significant accomplishment, all of the symptoms of my back injury and reflux have been gone for a long time now, I weigh less and wear a smaller size than I did when I was 13 years old, and I have complete freedom and mobility. I asked myself if it was worth the effort to keep going on the weight loss journey.
Quickly, I realized that the answer was a resounding yes! Why? Because, I am worth it. I am worth being the best me I can possibly achieve, and part of that includes not giving up on my goals, be it with weight loss or in other areas of my life (which is why I continue to read hundreds of pages of textbooks each week and write more papers than I can count, because I WILL finally earn my degree!) And today, I want to encourage you as well. Let me remind you that you are worth pursuing your goals. Don’t give up in the middle of your journey because you’re tired, or it seems too big of a job to finish. Don’t get complacent and satisfied with the progress you’ve made part-way and never make it to the finish line. Don’t lose sight of the dreams you have in your heart and the goals you’ve set for yourself, because you can accomplish them!
I have just 59.7 more pounds to lose until I reach my goal of losing 225 pounds! What’s your goal, and what are you going to do to make sure you reach it?
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Friday, April 5, 2013
A Quick Update
Hey folks! I wanted to stop in and write a quick post to let you know that I haven't fallen off the face of the planet, really! My writing schedule for school this semester has been insane, plus I've had a couple of skits to write for church the last two weeks, so when I score a few minutes of down time, I'm spent, and just cannot get myself to write anything else!
I do have several posts that I'm planning to get out soon...Some interesting happenings and perspectives I'm looking forward to sharing, so bear with me!
In the meanwhile, I hope you all had a beautiful Easter!
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I do have several posts that I'm planning to get out soon...Some interesting happenings and perspectives I'm looking forward to sharing, so bear with me!
In the meanwhile, I hope you all had a beautiful Easter!
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Thursday, March 21, 2013
Out of the Picture
This past weekend, I took a new photo to mark my weight loss progress. So far, I have lost 161 pounds, and I was wearing a new outfit, so I thought it was a great time for a photo! I’ve put it next to a “before” photo just to show the differences in the two. In the before photo, taken in October 2009, I was wearing an outfit in a size 36. In my newest photo, my dress is a size 18, and my jacket is a 14/16! Ahhhh!!! That means, from my largest, at a size 36, I have now come down 9 dress sizes to an 18. That, my friends, feels pretty amazing!
As I was pulling out my before photo file today, I ended up looking through several albums I have stored online, and came to the realization that I don’t have a whole lot of “before” photos to choose from. For almost every event, be it birthdays, Christmas, vacations, etc., there are only one or two photos of me, which I call the token “yes, mom was there” photos, and in those, I almost always either have my children standing in front of me, or they’re head-and-shoulders-only shots.
I mentioned in a previous post that being extremely overweight causes a lot of emotional baggage, in various ways. I believe this is a great example of that fact. At my highest weight, I did my best to always be the one behind the camera. I have, literally, thousands of photos of my children, but only a handful that include me. And then, I used to go through and delete many of the photos I was actually in (from when someone else would grab my camera) from off the camera before even uploading them to the computer. I didn’t want to leave a photographic trail of myself for anyone to look back on and remember what I looked like.
You see, at my largest size, I struggled in two ways with being unseen. First, I often felt overlooked, with my accomplishments and abilities often being ignored or passed by because of being so overweight. At the same time, however, when you’re really big, the last thing you want is for anyone or anything to draw unnecessary attention to you. So, you do your best to stay in the background, even though you’re longing to be part of whatever is going on. So, both literally and figuratively, you’re out of the picture and going through an emotional tug-of-war over it.
As the weight continues to come off, I’m working through these issues. I’m no longer afraid to have my picture taken, and I am learning to not be afraid of stepping out anymore. A few years from now, when I look back through photos, I believe my albums will be filled with pictures that show me having the time of my life!
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Tuesday, March 12, 2013
"Eeeewwwww" at the Pool
While on vacation in Chattanooga
We had been in the pool for about a half an hour, along with a man and his two sons, who looked to be about 5 and 9 years old, or so. Also in the pool, was another family with the dad, mom, and teen-aged son. The teen was asking his parents to take him to go eat, and what happened as they got out of the pool broke my heart…
As the mom from the other family got out of the pool and began to dry off, I saw that she was an extremely overweight woman. The 5-year-old little boy from the other family immediately noticed her and started pointing at her and saying “Eeeewwwwww…” very loudly. His dad looked at the woman and smiled (smirked?), but did nothing to correct his son’s rude behavior. The child pointed and said it again a couple of times as the mom looked back at the boy and then quickly left the pool area ahead of her family.
Now, the 5-year-old boy may very well have been saying “Eeeewwww….” about any number of things, as boys that age sometimes do. Maybe he hates the color blue, which was the color of the mom’s swimsuit. Maybe he heard them say where they were going out to eat and it’s somewhere he doesn’t like to go. Maybe he wasn’t pointing at her at all, but saw a mosquito flying through the air in front of him. Maybe…
Regardless of what the child was truly thinking, I saw the look in that mom’s eyes, and I automatically put myself in her shoes. If it had been me 20 months ago, before I started losing weight, and the boy had been pointing at me, I would have believed he was making fun of my weight and how I look in a bathing suit. I would have ran to my hotel room and cried until there was nothing left of me, and vowed to stay away from the pool for the rest of my trip, lest that boy be there to make fun of me again. My day would have been ruined, and I would have been crushed as I felt the sting of being publicly humiliated.
Behind the smiles and the laughter and the joyful exterior an overweight person might portray, very often are many layers of emotional scars received from the words and actions of others regarding their size. For all of the excitement I’ve experienced through losing 161 pounds so far, I’ve also had to face the insecurities, the hurts, and the mental scripts that formed within me through nearly 40 years of being overweight. I plan to address some of these in upcoming blogs.
In the meanwhile, that other mom and the little boy remain in my prayers. My hope is that the mom can overcome the hurt that was so evident in her face that day, and that the little boy will grow to learn to speak only words of kindness to others.
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Monday, March 11, 2013
Highs & Lows
I had the opportunity to spend the last three days in Chattanooga, TN, and had a great time! While I was there, I definitely experienced some highs and some lows...
The high points of my trip...literally...included standing at the top of Lookout Mountain!
And running up stairs...I climbed several sets of stairs that are decorative/fun features out in front of the Tennessee Aquarium and at other locations in the city, and I counted almost 500 stairs total I climbed on Friday! This is pretty amazing to me, since I used to avoid stairs at all costs, and now I climb them for fun!
The high points of my trip...literally...included standing at the top of Lookout Mountain!
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| On top of Lookout Mountain |
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| I actually did not get out of breath at all climbing these! |
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| In times past, you would have found me sitting here watching everyone else instead of climbing the stairs myself! |
Another high point of my trip was tackling the Chattanooga pedestrian bridge! Not only did I walk across it and back, I walked over 5 miles around the city and enjoyed every minute of it! I kept thinking over and over again how wonderful it was to feel so free and to be able to walk wherever I wanted to go!
And, as I said, there was a low point during my trip as well...I took the one mile walking tour of Ruby Falls, a cave with an underground waterfall that lies over 1,100 feet below Lookout Mountain! It was beautiful!
It was a great long weekend that served as a wonderful reminder to me of just how far I've come on my journey. I look forward to many more vacations filled with new adventures and activities in the days ahead! I'm trying to get up my courage for ziplining, hot air balloon rides, and rock climbing in the near future!
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Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Tomorrows and Yesterdays
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| In costume, from "The Music Man" |
Well, it’s over…the 3+ months of rehearsals, followed by 18 performances during the course of the last three weekends, and “The Music Man” has now become another part of my history. It’s kind of bittersweet, really. The schedule was extremely intense, and in many ways, I was ready for it to be over to return to my “normal” life. There were a lot of things I had to put on hold to be a part of this show. Among those, I have not been to the gym in a while, and I took a session off from school. Getting home from rehearsals and shows anywhere from 10:30pm-midnight kept me from getting up at 4:45am for the gym, and there’s no way I could have kept up with schoolwork during the production while still working full-time. On the other hand, I have to say, upending my schedule was well worth it and I was truly sad to see it come to an end! I gained a whole new theatre family with our cast and crew, loved getting to experience it all with my oldest son, was reminded how much I love performing classic Broadway musicals, and had a few life lessons reinforced along the way.
For instance, it can be so easy to get stuck in a rut of how we think we’re supposed to be living our lives, can’t it? I mean, if we’re at least reasonably responsible, we get up every day and tend to our duties, whether that be to family, school, church, work, or other things. In doing so, time, money, and energy can be stretched thin, and dreams often get set off to the sidelines. Trying something new, or taking a leap of faith, or embracing an adventure, fall outside of the realm of the possible, because they just don’t fit the mold of what we expect of ourselves, or what the others who influence our lives expect of us. We get caught in the trap of “tomorrow…”
Pushing dreams, risk, and exploration off until “tomorrow” keeps us chained to the past. It's the classic case of doing "what I've always done". Think about it…Examples of saying you’ll “get around to it” at some point in the future find their way into everyday matters, such as:
I’ll start eating right tomorrow…means you’ll keep putting junk into your body and gaining weight today
I’ll forgive that person tomorrow…means you’ll continue to bear the damaging weight of a grudge today
I’ll take the steps to start my own business or apply for that new job tomorrow…means you’ll still feel chained to your desk today
I’ll invest in relationships with others tomorrow…means you’ll stand alone today
I’ll try something new tomorrow…means you’ll miss out on opportunities and excitement today
At one point in the script for “The Music Man”, one of the characters speaks the most profound line of the entire show. He says,
“You pile up enough tomorrows, and you’ll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to make today worth remembering”
~ The Music Man ~
I want each of my days to be worth remembering! I spent far too many days being afraid to try new things, afraid to let go of what was comfortable and familiar, and afraid to grad hold of something new. Our lives are made up of days. We only get so many of them, and I want each and every one of mine to be extraordinary!
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