So, last time we met I shared a bunch of resources and data and junk.
Then… I totally disappeared.
See, this is one of my bad habits that I am working to change just a tad. I am terribly easily distracted.
LOOK! A kitty!
Heh.
But seriously, one of my go-to excuses for not taking the reins when it came to my health and my weight was “Life just gets in the way!”. Classic case of I-Don’t-Finish-What-I-Started-itis. Note that nowhere in that last statement did you see the word “can’t”. Nope. I certainly can finish things. But I was always and forever getting distracted, saying whatever it was was “too haaaaaard” or changing my mind mid-stream. Lucky for me that I managed to keep my head out of my nether regions long enough to get the knack of living a healthier life. That is one thing that I am proud to say I finished.
So…an official apology for my unexpected seven month hiatus. No excuses. I am back…and I am not only going to finish this journey for your entertainment…but I’m going to do something even better, which you will have to wait until the end of this particular story to discover.
You’ve followed along as I was gloriously irresponsible, suffered the results, injured myself with furniture and stumbled upon a path to maybe not spending the rest of my life feeling so uncomfortable. I was, at that point, finally at least O.K. with being photographed (no more not so stealthily tripping over pets, furniture and small children in my haste to leave the room)…even if I did somehow always find a way to wedge someone or something in front of me. Then…suddenly…my “go” button got mashed. HARD! That sweet meeting leader at my Weight Watchers meeting reminded everyone that, when a person reaches certain goals, there are rewards!
PRIZES!!!!!
I am, evidently, a six-year-old.
We’re not talking PRIZES…like cars, boats or luxury vacations.
No. That would make my seat-dancing excitement quite understandable.
We’re talking gold star stickers! Magnets! And the FABULOUS KEY FOB!!!
I know. I’m beyond ridiculous. But those little star stickers were my carrot-on-a-stick that made my donkey-ass get it in gear!
That key fob?
It was my holy grail.
And did I mention? I would also be rewarded with CHARMS to hang ON the FABULOUS KEY FOB. One for each goal after I reached my first BIG goal.
CHARMS I SAY!
Yes, I am exactly THAT easy.
Now, I know this all seems pretty silly. But, the point I’m trying to make is, you have to find something to motivate you. Rewarding yourself (or if you have a partner, THEY can reward you) with material things or non-food treats (remember, you’re trying to unlearn that food-is-the-prize way of thinking) for reaching small goals makes the process much easier and fun. Seriously, it takes a bit of time to really get things rolling to where you are rewarded with looking and feeling slimmer and healthier…so finding something to use as your carrot-on-a-stick. Something to keep you going, and encouraging you to try, when maybe you aren’t seeing or feeling tangible results yet. Or… when you have a couple of weeks where you don’t gain …but you don’t lose either (a plateau).
Sidebar: Those plateaus are a bitch. But you’ve got to remember…your body is having to relearn how to operate the way it was meant to from the get go…before you took it on a “no cookie left behind vacation” *wink*. Every now and again your body will get frustrated and dig its heels in…effectively saying “This is different. I need to think about this for a bit so I’m going to sit right here and not move”.
We’ve all been there. But your body WILL wake back up and start burning again…if you are giving it the fuel it needs and continuing to move around regularly (ie…not sitting on the couch and eating healthy portions of sensible food).
Bottom Line: Prizes GOOD!
Here’s proof (at somewhere around my initial main goal weight of 165):
Now…I mentioned not sitting on the couch. I think I stated this before…but, if I didn’t, I totally did not become some crazed and sociopathic gym-rat. Nooooo. I’ve known the crazed gym rats of which I speak…and they are kind scary. And not in a really good way.
Nope.
Like you, I have a life. And the life I had when I was starting the whole weight-loss adventure did not afford me the time or money to join a gym. So…I walked. Three times a week. A little longer walk each week.
That’s it.
When I started seeing some results, and feeling better about myself, I sort of drifted into being more active. I played frisbee on the beach. My husband and I joined a bowling league. I parked in the far reaches of the parking lot when I shopped….simply for the exercise. I just took a portion of the time I had free to walk (usually just before dinner…when I would have been sitting on the couch watching reruns of reruns of FRIENDS). After awhile I started carrying small hand weights with me…doing arm exercises that I found on this here “interweb”… as I chugged along. I can only believe that this helped me avoid some extra arm-waddle when I finally got down to my goal.
Simply put: Any amount of not-sitting-on-the-couch movement…three times a week for at least 30 minutes (as your goal. My first walk was barely 15 minutes…so don’t give up!) IS exercise.
This is not saying that those who have chosen the whole gym routine as their life are wrong. I’m simply stating that there is no rule that you have to run out and join a gym to get enough exercise to lose weight. So…do what feels right for you. Whatever you try (yoga, pilates, Zumba, the gym, walking, swimming…whatever) try to avoid throwing yourself into a 7 day a week workout until you are certain you really are THAT in love with whatever it is you choose. Manic and obsessive workout schedules kind of set you up for a big old case of burn out. So, try whatever it is that you want to try to get moving two or three days a week for a while. There is no shame in deciding one method of exercise isn’t for you…as long as you try something else when you make that decision.
I did do the gym route for quite a while a year or so ago…long after I hit my goal…simply to learn some new exercise methods and tone up after recovering from a surgical procedure that left me feeling a little lazy and gooshy. I needed something to get me back on track…and my little affair with the weight machines did the trick. Plus, walking on the treadmill while watching TV in a nice air-conditioned gym is a hell of a lot better than stomping around out in the Florida Summer heat.
(And for those looking for a non-muscle-head, non-threatening gym I can recommend the Planet Fitness gyms. They have a good staff who really are interested in teaching you how to use the machines safely, AND will help you design a workout that will help you on your quest for a healthier you. All for about $10 a month. My mother suggests Curves gyms, where she works out every week. If, at 77, she can get out there and move, so can you! ;-).
Anyhooo…I enjoyed it for about a year. But then realized that, after moving out to the country, I could get plenty of exercise at home through yard work, house work and my trusty XBOX (Dance Central ROCKS!). But, it was a great experience that helped me prove to myself that I can totally do the gym thing when needed. I’m actually still considering a treadmill or joining the gym just to use the treadmill…because I kind of dig the whole walking-miles-while-enjoying-the-AC-and-watching-House-Hunters-International thing.
Okidokie. This is where I’m going to stop for this entry. Next up…
The Big Reveal – Can someone actually keep weight off for good without eating only tree bark and only drinking from those annoying bottles of water everyone seems to be carrying?
And…Where I go from here: the planned evolution of this blog.
Here’s a clue, as promised up above:
FOOD!
To those who hung in there and knew I would come back; so much has happened since January. Some good, some bad…and some that will remain in the vault. Thanks so much for coming back and reading. And a double thanks to those who have shared my blog. I hope to have you with me here when I slide this baby in to home base 🙂