Sucking Eggs & Kicking Rocks
A couple days ago my internal dialogue went a little something like this:
Morning
Mind: I'm so not feeling it right now. Let's leave the morning exercise routine for later.
Self: You know it's so not going to happen later, but I'm going to trust you on this.
Night
Mind: Oh well, too late. Let's skip it, watch tv and eat some ice-cream. It's Soy Delicious, that's not so bad!
Self: Forget you. I'm walking to the gym to get in the workout that you skipped out on this morning.
Clearly my mind is finding it harder to con myself.
Like me, I honestly think that every person in America has wondered/struggled/obsessed/been concerned with their weight at some point in their lives. We live in a country that despite all our medical advances, has one of the highest rates of obesity on the planet. Not the Western Hemisphere or even North America people...the entire planet. That is so not cute. Growing up in Jamaica, I had no idea how a microwave even worked until my parents got one when I was in high school. Even then, we hardly ever used it. There was one (1!) Burger King on the entire island and a couple KFCs...3 at most maybe. There was no McDonald's (the lawsuit that prevented the Golden Arches from coming to Jamaica is a whole other story) and my brother and I did not grow up loving that perfectly neat blend of salty/sweet little potato slivers that come packaged in the red sleeves.
Even though (much to my parents' dismay) I was never a skinny child (or adult for that matter), I was always healthy and full of energy. The term morbidly obese was nowhere in my consciousness, though it accurately describes me now. Sheesh! Then I moved to America. Talk about culture shock. The television, magazines, billboards....everywhere I turned was the message that if I didn't look like the women in the pictures, something was seriously wrong with me and I needed to fix it, quickly. Never had I been more self-conscious about my size and appearance until I was living in this country. Then there was the food...everything I could ever imagine was right in front of my face and so cheap! In Jamaica, food from America is sold at a premium. Whenever my parents brought home a couple American apples we were so excited. They were expensive, but they were from America! Whoo hoo!
To make a very long and predictable story short, I started living a very sedentary lifestyle and began eating all the wonderful junk food at my disposal. I disposed of it all right...right down into my mouth! Even when I knew it wasn't good for me, I'd still eat it anyway. Who knew that so much of that stuff is chemically engineered to make you crave it? Oy vey! I didn't stand a fighting chance. Ok, so back to the short story: I gained over 100 pounds since I started living in this country. Not just the cute little "Freshman 15" or the "baby weight" from carrying a child. All my extra weight was like carrying around 2 first graders all the time. (I know since mine weighs approximately 51 pounds.) Reality bites.
Like many people over the years, I've tried diets and workout plans and all kinds of ridiculous nonsense to make all the weight that was not there when I went to sleep the night before, go away. Yeah right. Every day, every month, every year, every decision, in some way added to my extra first graders. There was the time on Atkins when I lost almost 50 pounds in 3 months without 1 day of exercising. Carbs were the enemy. Or that time on Weight Watchers counting every point like food comes out of the ground knowing that it's worth exactly 2 points in X category. Whatever! I've been so over it for a good while now. I'm one of the biggest health nuts you'll ever come across. The granola crunching, tree hugging, green juice drinking, raw food eating kind...with the occasional splurge here and there, of course.
Since last August I've lost close to 60 pounds (not sure what the exact number is because the scale is still my mortal enemy) and have gained a whole bunch of muscle. I wake up in the morning and check to see if my biceps are still there. I can hardly believe I can actually see them with my 2 eyes! However, all the healthy eating in the world was not enough. So I started off very simply doing little 10 minute walks here and there. Every week I pushed myself a little bit more. Even the skinny girls at the gym can't keep up with me on the elliptical machine now and I'm STILL heavier than them. Hee! Hee! There are days I don't feel like going and I have to talk myself into it. There are also days I don't feel like going and I talk myself out of it. However, I haven't stopped. Last year I read that if you stop working out, after 11 days your body goes right back to where it was before you started. That was all I needed to hear. On 2 occasions I came "thisclose" to crossing that 11 day mark, but I didn't. No siree Bob, not happening.
Mark Twain said, "Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs a step at a time.” Discipline requires training yourself to do something in a controlled and habitual way. Willpower, which most people associate with trying to lose weight is just going to get you to decide to take action. You cannot count on willpower to carry you through. That is where discipline comes in. Nowhere in the dictionary does it say that you have to like it or agree with it. Neither does it say that you're just going to be perfect overnight. Did you get that? There is no one, nobody, nothing to blame if you're not comfortable in the skin you're in. Training is of course going to take some work and it's most definitely not easy, but the decision and the responsibility are ultimately yours. It's going to take time. I tried and tried and tried, then failed and failed and failed; too many times to count, but finally got to the point where I've had to make moving my body a habit. Working out sucks eggs, big time; but just like taking a shower or brushing my teeth, I don't have a choice. Well actually, I do. However, I'm not about to mess up my 11 days and start all over again.
After all these years and all this time, I'm following a very simple credo: Be disciplined. Eat less. Move more. But I'm sure you already know how that works...
In case you're wondering, here is my super duper top ten list of things to ponder if you think working out sucks eggs and willpower can go kick rocks:
1. Do 1 thing at a time. Losing weight should not be on your list of New Year's resolutions. There's just too much going on. So whether you're going to commit to walking 10 minutes 3 times per week or drinking 8 glasses of water per day, just do 1 thing at a time.
2. Don't beat yourself up. If you mess up, just start over...immediately. Not after the weekend or on Monday morning bright and early. Give yourself 21 days (which people think is some kind of Jedi mind trick to form a habit) to make that commitment a habit. If you can make it past the 3 weeks my friend, you're pretty much official.
3. Stop stressing. Whether at work, home or school. Stress produces cortisol which causes fat, the not cute belly kind. Meditation, visualization, prayer, woo sah...whatever you need to do to keep your stress level down.
4. Sleep. Our bodies do amazing things when we're sleeping. All kinds of cool rejuvenating stuff that's not going to happen if you're exhausted. Get some rest.
5. Don't pay attention to other people. Especially the ones in the magazines. Photoshop is amazing...they don't really look like that.
6. Food is not religion. There is no food heaven or hell. The more you tell yourself you can't have it, is the more you're going to want it.
7. Stop looking for the magic pill. There is none. It does not exist. There are no quick fixes, pills, or weight loss in bottles or packages. (Even though I'm still waiting on "Exercise in a Bottle".)
8. Write your plan down. Look at it every single day. Even the days you just know you're not up to it. I have sticky notes up in my closet and bathroom, on the fridge...you get the idea.
9. Don't treat yourself. No extra slice of whatever or new shoes because you've been good, or any of that nonsense. If you need those things, go right ahead but don't tie them into your efforts. Do you treat yourself every time you take a shower or brush your teeth? I don't think so.
10. It's not about losing weight. It's about being healthy, energetic and comfortable in the body that YOU have. So even though I'm not my "ideal size", the less I've focused on "losing weight" is the more I've lost and the healthier I've become.



