I was always heavier than my friends in school...any school. All my friends were gorgeous and thin. Maybe not rail thin, but lean. They would exchange clothes and I would watch and want to participate but knew in my heart it wouldn't end nicely. Now don't get me wrong, I was never HUGE...but that didn't mean I didn't feel HUGE. There are quite a few times I can remember being truly embarrassed, or sad, or angry that I didn't look like my friends. I hated gym (probably part of the never-ending circle of my weight - I hated gym because I was heavy, I was heavy so I hated gym, etc.) and did everything I could think of to get out of it.
I remember driving my the college campus (where I ended up for 4 years) and telling my Mom how beautiful all the girls were there and I couldn't wait to look like them. She brought me back to reality saying, "You don't just look like that automatically, you have to work at it." It was a revelation to me.
It was probably in late high school or early college that I really started to work out so I could fit in with all the girls I saw every day. I took the 7 flights of stairs to my dorm room a lot. I walked/biked to the gym, worked out, then walked/biked home. I walked or biked all over campus to class. I waitressed. I took a dance class every semester. I joined a swim team. And I sometimes watched what I ate. And I started to love how I looked and feel appreciated by others. I started to have lots of dates and lots of boyfriends. And it felt great, even if they turned out to be morons or jerks later on. I also found my fashion sense...my fashion sense. Not my best friend's. Not my favorite celebrity's. Mine. Now don't think that I dress outlandish at all. But I remember trying to fit into other people's styles.
I remember shopping with my best friend for jeans at one point and struggling with fitting into them how I wanted to. She mentioned that she sometimes did better with guy's jeans. So we tried that. After maybe 10 pairs, she looked at me and said, "nope, guys jeans don't work on you, you have hips!" Again, revelation. Maybe not like running into a brick wall, but it started to sink in. In finding my own style, I began to see how to accentuate my assets and hide my flaws.
Even when I was swimming 5 days a week for an hour and a half, working out at the gym the other two, waitressing 4 hours 4 nights a week, and running around campus 5 days a week to class, I wasn't far from where I am now. I always say the weight went back to the right places. It's not far off now, just hanging in some places that aren't appreciated.
I have this problem. I LOVE TO EAT! I love fruit, vegetables, meat, chicken, potatoes, bread, pasta, corn, ice cream, chocolate, crackers, chips, milk, cheese, Mexican, Italian, Thai, Chinese, sushi, breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack...you name it, I love it. I have heard a lot that weight loss is 80% eating and 20% working out. I have no issues with the working out...I have learned to enjoy it and kick my own ass. I just need someone to follow me around and smack my hand when I want to eat something not-so-good for me. That would help. Or a personal chef...oh, but I kinda like my retirement plan where it is right now so don't expect that to happen anytime soon.
My trainer is essential here. Whenever we meet, once a month, I always need a pep talk and usually to be talked out of a diet crazy - last week it was the Body Bugg and Healthe Trim pills. I know in my heart they won't work - the pills that is (and Dr. H said "hell no!"), the Bugg might but it won't match my work attire - but I need to be reminded that I need to suck it up and work harder. And trainer does that, but not mean, just honest. Then he kicks my ass and shows me that I can work harder. Anyway, it happens monthly and last time he said, "we should tape these because we have the same discussion!"
This is kinda sounding like a downer, so I probably should tell you where it comes from a bit. Nobody calls me fat but me, and maybe the occasional doctor, but even they say "only lose 10-20 lbs". My husband has never uttered those words and almost berates me when I say it. My friends are the same and that's why they are my friends...they pick me up when I am low. I actually found some really cute clothes in the last couple days and not only turned dear J's head, but random men on the street. I know because they told me...one yesterday - twice, and one this morning. He literally mouthed "WOW" as he walked past me. So that perked me up a bit. Now I would never even look twice at these men over my J, but it's nice to have that experience when you are feeling low. Here's another one I just remembered that I blogged about last year. Anyway, I was feeling great so on my way home stopped at Ross and JCPenny's - big spender - because I was looking for specific items that they should have. And silly Nikus, at Penny's saw bikini's on sale...and I thought, "Oh, let's just try!" I only grabbed one and barely put the bottoms on before I felt like I had gained 100 lbs! It looked H-O-R-R-I-D! I couldn't get that sucker off fast enough! Needless to say, I didn't buy it.
I won't say I am down because of it, but I am always wishing that it didn't take so much effort to do this. I am very happy now that I know how to dress for ME, because that helps. But I wish the scale would agree sometimes more-so...
I also think that if I could just lose these 15 stinkin' lbs, maybe I would have to gain 30 if you know what I mean. I know, pregnancy is not the best weight loss plan, but I still think about it! Can I breast feed now even though we don't have a baby?
It's now 10:14 pm and I swore I would be in bed earlier tonight. Night lovely Bleaders and thanks for listening to my rant - er, pep talk?
I love this picture because even though I am eating a heaping plate of macaroni and cheese topped with TATER TOTS, I feel like I looks skinnier...arms, face, etc. What gives?