As the summer weather started breaking through the morning fog in early April, I realized that summer was inevitably on its way and would soon be upon me. I let out a breathless sigh and slipped easily into daydreaming about all the wonderful activities the summer would bring: early mornings at the Sidewalk Cafe in Venice, picnicking on the white sands of Malibu, hitting my old stomping grounds in Manhattan Beach and walking the pier with a diet coke in one hand and an extra thick slice of Zeppy's pizza in the other--and then, of course, there's that sexy little two-piece bathing suit I bought at the end of last season... Hello! The cruel brick of reality hit me hard and turned my
daydream into pixie dust. With growing trepidation, I took a minute and awkwardly glanced down at my thighs. Yep, just as I thought. My thighs and derierre, were visibly spreading across my computer chair like a bad horror movie. How did this happen? WHEN did this happen? As if to add insult to injury, the radio newsflash airing through our office proclaimed another brilliant fact for saving gas mileage--lose the body weight!
I took a deep breath and looked around the office. No one seemed to notice the sweat pouring down my temples. My mind went crazy. "Heavy people sweat more" it told me. "Be quiet", I answered back. "Denial is the most common defense for overeaters", my mind calmy retaliated.
I am not one for running away from reality. I live by the expression "run toward the roar". To appreciate this philosophy you have to understand its origin. When an old lion is too old to run and hunt with the pack, it will hide in a bushy area while the rest of the lions chase the prey toward him. As the prey gets close to the hidden lion, the lion roars his magnificent roar, frightening the prey so they turn and run directly into harms way.
Worst things first. Get on the scale. Not the scale in my bathroom that weighs me in at 8 lbs. less than the doctor's, but a real scale. Done. Not too bad. I have 15 lbs. hanging in all the wrong places that needs to go. But where do I go from here? I don't have enough money to join a gymn or buy into pre-packaged diet plans. I can't do the meal supplement drinks because I always end up eating a meal with them. In desperation I dialed 911. My 911 button connects to a wonderful friend who just happens to be a personal trainer (whom I can't afford) who set my feet firmly in a remarkably simple direction. Here's where we started.
Don't cut out all the foods you love--cut down.
Eat more fruit. (cut some up and take it to work.)
Pick out favorite vegies and eat, eat, eat.
Use the restroom that is farthest away from your work area. Take the stairs.
Take a 20-minute power walk on your lunch break-- without a friend. (think about this one for a minute, you'll get it.)
Pick up some cheap free weights and alternate your power walks with lunges and arm curls before you go to bed. (weight training actually works on speeding up your metabolism faster than power walking-- but you need both.)
Don't buy bigger clothes.
Wear pants and skirts that are on the snug side,-- this of course will help convey the message to your tummy that it's time to put the fork down and back away from the table.
It's the middle of May now, and I have to say, by simply starting with this easy regime, I have already lost 5 lbs. But more importantly, I realized that I have given more zeal and committment to other things, rather than pay attention to the health and well-being of my own body.
Isn't it amazing how we can be so passionate about the environment, children's rights, women's rights, and do whatever seems necessary to see them progress while allowing our own body's health to go to pot. Aren't our bodies and health worth that same committment? We all have differing amounts of weight to be lost, and bottom line (no pun intended) starting with simple steps, it can be lost. We just need to start. Is my health and body worth it? I think it is. We'll soon see if my bikini agrees.