Today Im thrilled to have a guest post from Laura who blogs at Life of L.
Please to enjoy as the topic she addresses is one which I can say, with all certainty, we’ve all experienced.
I’m a 38 year old wife of 14 years & mom of 2 kids, ages 7 ½ & 3.
I spent the majority of my married life overweight.
I weighed 145 pounds when I met my husband, and then gained about 40 pounds the second year of our marriage. Add two pregnancies to the mix and 10 years later I weighed around 210 pounds. I finally found the energy & desire to do what it took to lose weight & get healthy in 2007–in February I joined LA Weight Loss, in March I began blogging in earnest about my weight loss efforts, and in April I started the Couch to 5K running program at 191 pounds. By the end of 2007 I’d lost 55 pounds.
I picked running because I needed to burn the most amount of calories in the least amount of time, but it’s become so much more to me than a means to an end. I’ve now run three 5k races, a 7K, and two half marathons. I’m running my third half marathon on May 2nd. Even though I’ll never win a race or break any records, it rocks to call myself an athlete.
I cannot emphasize enough how my blog and my blog friends across the country have influenced my success. Truly, having the support of this community was the tipping point for finally losing the weight. And keeping it off for good.
I have an on again/off again relationship that I’m not proud of. For about nine months, it was solid as a rock. I was faithful and attentive, and everything felt just right. Then the newness wore off. I’d gotten what I’d wanted, and I moved on. But before long, I had to go back. I just couldn’t take being away any more.
Because my pants were getting too tight.
The relationship of which I speak is with the D word. Some may call it a lifestyle change, or healthy living, or eating right. But for me, it’s still very much The Diet.
The Diet helped me lose 55 pounds in 2007. The Diet helped me get rid of 7 pounds I regained this summer. The Diet helped me shed another 6 pounds in October and got me “this close” to my early 20s weight of 145 pounds.
But then, I left The Diet in the dust and I’ve welcomed back some unwelcome poundage. It’s not that much of an increase—“only” 5 pounds—but as the old Weight Watchers mind trick reminds me all too vividly, a pound equals 4 sticks of butter. And 5 pounds is 20 sticks of butter.
Those 20 sticks of butter are now stuck to my thighs and stomach and boobs. (Insert collective “Ewww” here.)
You’d think this yucky imagery (along with my tightening clothing) would be enough to send me back to The Diet, but at present, it’s not.
See, for me, it’s not just The Diet I have this rocky relationship with. It’s also with Energy. When I’ve got Energy in my life, plenty to take care of kids & husband & house & work, with just enough left over for ME, then I can do The Diet. And that’s usually when I feel like I can conquer the world.
Lately my energy reserves, like oil prices this year, are all over the place. And right now I’m running on empty and have nothing left for The Diet.
So how do I get the Energy back? Usually with exercise. Running and weight lifting classes do wonders. An occasional yoga class can help ease my worried mind, if only for 60 minutes. Getting enough quality sleep helps, too (note to self: a night in the recliner falling asleep with the T.V. on is NOT quality sleep). Keeping a regular family routine makes a world of difference, as well.
When I’ve got some energy reserves built, then I’ve got space and time for healthy cooking and wise food choices. And I can kick emotional eating in the behind and ignore those Oreos calling to me at 11 p.m. I can build one good choice upon another good choice. Until ultimately, I’m back with The Diet in our harmonious relationship, and my thighs will no longer strain against my pants.
Someday, I think my relationship with The Diet will mature to the point where it is a Lifestyle and no longer something I’m going steady with one day, and leaving for Cake the next.
Right now, dear Diet, I’d be up for dinner & a movie, hold the buttered popcorn.
(I know, right? Laura pretty much says what has been in all of our collective heads at one point or another. Me? Id just need to substitute POPTARTS for CAKE in the second to last sentence.)
And now I throw it back to you, oh Bumbling Band.
What are your thoughts?
Do we ever progress to the point where healthy living is a complete and utter lifestyle & there’s no looking back?
(I, for one, was always wary of hiring as employees personal trainers who said: working out is something I just look forward to every! day! no! matter! what!)
Or is being healthy something which we must wake up and CHOOSE each day?
I know what I think—-I wanna hear what you think.
Please to hit us all up in the comments…