In the last five weeks, I’ve gained quite a bit of weight.
Not sure exactly how much (more on that tomorrow), but the extra “oomph” it takes to button my jeans and the slightly larger surface area when I shave my face tells me all I need to know.
I know how it happened, but I’m not going to make excuses.
Yes, I got a little dinged up running my first marathon in October and have been nursing a foot injury that had kept me slight sedentary. Yes, I got a little too festive with the Halloween candy. And, sure, I put a hurtin’ on some Thanksgiving vittles. But, the fact is, I didn’t make excuses when I was 428 pounds and essentially killing myself with food at age 30, so I’m not going to start now.
We’ve talked about it at length in the past, but, like every “issue” we encounter in life, despite what everyone wants to tell you, admitting you have a problem isn’t the most important step. I knew my diet and exercise were getting away from me, I just didn’t feel like doing anything about it. I knew I had a problem. I could admit I had it. But what good was that doing?
How many times have you heard someone complain about “being fat” while crushing a plate of fries? They’ve identified the problem, so the hard part is done, right?
“Oh man, I really need to get back into the gym!”
Of course not.
When I talk to people about my personal weight loss journey, I inevitably get asked the question about “life lessons” that I learned or “the most important thing you took out of this”. My answer is always the same. When, over the course of 30+ years, you eat your way up to 428 pounds, you don’t know… or perhaps forget… what healthy feels like. To allow yourself to become that unhealthy, you have to abandon the notion of healthy all together. What I learned… and what I took away most in my 226 pound journey… is the difference. For the first time in my adult-life, I knew what healthy felt like. And, finally knowing that again, I also clearly identify how unhealthy felt.
But… even that… even knowing the difference isn’t enough.
Today I’m back on track.
While an excuse maker would peer down the road ahead and see a month filled with candy canes, Christmas cookies and festive gatherings and say, “January 1st sounds good”, I’m not that guy.
Knowing the difference isn’t enough.
My past experience with weight loss, on its’ own, isn’t enough.
Admitting you have a problem isn’t enough.
That’s great… but it’s not real.
There’s no forward movement there.
Not to go all Ike Newton on you, but, the first law of motion says it all…
A body at rest, tends to stay at rest… unless acted upon by an external force.
Whether it’s your weight, relationships, work, or life in general… something might just feel off right now. It’s not what healthy feels like.
Do something about it.
Be that external force.
Find that external force.
Admitting you have a problem is good…
Knowing the difference is great…
Change starts when you do something about it.