Yes, I know, I'm an author. I should be posting about my books only. Psssh is what I say to that! I'm a writer BEFORE an author and so I can write all I want about whatever I want. Those of you who know me, know I sort of ramble and get off track, but I generally have a point. Those of you who are now only realizing this...I'm sorry. Anyway! Today I'm going to talk about an ugly word. No one should ever say this word, nor even think it. It's a despicable singular piece of vocabulary that should be erased from our minds for all eternity! (Did I mention I'm a writer? DRAMA.)
That ugly word is WEIGHT.
I hate scales. I hate that no matter how healthy or unhealthy we are, we're obsessed with those stinking numbers on that stinking square box! I hate that we feel like we're never good enough the way we are. I hate that EVERYTHING around us is based on looks. You could look amazingly perfect and take one look at that scale and think you're shit. It holds too much power over us, and do you know WHY it does? BECAUSE WE LET IT. Gasp! I say we take all those square boxes and chuck them out the window! (Just make sure no one is walking by when you do so.)
We're always comparing ourselves to someone prettier, skinnier, blah blah blah. And the stupid media with all these perfect celebrities prancing around doesn't help either. FYI: Their lifestyle isn't realistic and NONE of us should attempt to look like them. They have personal trainers, chefs, SURGERY to look like they do. Their job IS to look good, so yeah, toss that dream right out the window along with the scale. Our jobs are much more boring and anti-glamorous. You know why? Because we're REAL.
I should probably move on now.
I'm obsessed with my weight, I admit it. I always have been. This obsession most likely stems from a childhood set in an undesirable atmosphere, because honestly, I didn't start to have a problem with eating or not eating until specific incidences occurred. And then I turned to food. I was never obese, but I WAS chubby, and I DID get a lot of flack about it from people around me, which, you know, made me want to eat more. Then I went the other way. I stopped eating. (That's another thing you need to think about when you're on a dieting rampage. I was skinny, yes, but I wasn't healthy. I would go a whole day maybe eating one thing. It isn't worth it. Be aware, but be smart.) I starved myself. I even made myself throw up once or twice when I was in a really smart stage. No matter how skinny I got, I still saw myself as fat. To summarize: I was never happy with the way I looked.
This is not some success story. (Sorry.) I still have issues with my body, and having two sons via C-Sections didn't help in that regard either. But I'm healthy now. And when I regularly monitor my food intake and exercise, I'm okay with how I look.
That being said...
The past few months I've been trying to get back to a healthy weight/healthy body image 'cause I've sort of fallen off the Healthy Weight Wagon this winter. I've always been aware of the weight I am (Yep. The stupid scale has me within its clutches as well! But I'm rebellious and only weigh myself about twice a month instead of DAILY. Take THAT, weight judger!), food I eat, and my need for exercising, but lately I've been slacking on balancing it all. I started T25 ten weeks ago and the first five weeks I didn't see any changes (except for maybe a slight difference in my stomach, but no weight change and nothing significant), so I asked a fitness coach about it and she was like, "Are you monitoring your food intake?" My response, "Well...I'm guesstimating!" Ha ha. Not good enough!
I've been monitoring my calorie intake for the past five weeks as well as doing T25 and I have lost 8 pounds plus my pants are fitting like they should again! T25 is a 25-minute a day exercise program. Even though it kicks my A$$, it's only for 25 minutes. So even though I feel like I'm dying, I tell myself I only have to die for close to half of an hour.
I will be satisfied when I am back within a healthy weight range and my stomach has undergone some further shrinkage. I do have to say that I used to run and that I noticed the most significance as far as the toning of my body and the fit of my clothes during that period. I run sporadically, but haven't committed to it on a daily basis since then. (I got pregnant and there went that. Sigh. Plus my knees began to get sore.) But it is something to think about. This isn't to push T25 or running, this is just me saying what's worked for me. I also love walking, but you have to walk A LOT to see results.
Some things to remember: Finding an exercise YOU like to do is the first step and makes it easier to stick with it. Eating foods that are healthy that YOU like is the way to go too. Don't forget to throw out the scale. Don't give up the foods you love, even if they aren't good for you. Eat them sparingly. Except for the week before your friend comes to visit. Then all bets are off (For me anyway. Ha ha.). Try to remove soda from your diet; diet AND regular. Neither are good for you. You can lose absolutely no weight in pounds, but a good amount of inches, so I would take measurements as well. I sort of suck at that part. I go more by how my clothes fit. It's whatever works for you. You may feel like giving up, but tell yourself you can do it, AND YOU WILL.
Be smart. Be healthy. Be you. LOVE you.