I am approaching day 21 of the year quickly, so i thought I’d start preparing myself for my second goal, getting to a healthy weight. Preparation is always a good thing! To prepare in advance is even better, especially if you are a procrastinator like me. If I do not prepare myself in advance than I am more likely to not do what I am supposed to when I am supposed to do it. Although over the years I find that I do well with pressure, it is not ideal!
June 2008 I was finishing up an application to volunteer at my local hospital and found that my last physical had been years prior. To hand in the application I would have to get a physical and I remember that I was NOT looking forward to it.
Since the age of 21, my weight has inched higher and higher. I exercised irregularly and ate without thinking about what I was eating, as I always had. I knew that it was affecting my body, but never did anyone say to me, umm you’re fat. Since I was little I had always been super thin. I was affectionately called Olive Oyl, you know Popeye’s Girl. I hated it! I wanted to have more weight on my body, to be average! What do we know as children?! At such young ages, we are impressionable and fragile. As adults we are impressionable and fragile! As long as I can remember we have been bombarded with this image of how the female body should look. Barbie is anatomically impossible. Slowly we are starting to change that “image” and I like it!
I scheduled the doctor’s visit and went. Stepped on the scale, had my blood pressure taken and waited. Waited for the doctor to come and tell me everything was A OK. Now I like my doctor. She is professional, direct and to the point. She reminds me a bit of the character, Temperance Brennan, on Bones. She goes down the list and everything is looking good until she gets to my weight. According to my height and weight, I am categorized as Obese. Now as she says this, I’m screaming in my head, “WHAT?! I’m WHAT?!” She continued on to say that at my age it would be wise to try and get to a healthy weight as it would be harder once I begin having children. I was still thinking, “WHAT?! I’m WHAT?!” Then the shock started to wear off. I acknowledged that I was obese, and her recommendations sounded positive, reasonable and doable.
I went home after that appointment and told my mom. She’s super blunt about everything, one of the things I hate and love about her. She laughed when I said that I was obese. Actually that is the reaction I get from everyone I tell that to. At first it bothered me, as the news bothered me a great deal. As time wore on I laughed to. I began agreeing with everyone else, “but I don’t look obese.”
I still do not “look” obese. My loving boyfriend reminds me of that all the time, especially when I ask him if I am fat. A few days after that appointment in 2008, I bumped up my exercise routine and lost a few pounds in a month. After a few weeks I was not seeing the results I wanted and I decided to get a walk-through of the weight lifting equipment at the gym. The walk-through resulted in a personal training session that left me sore and wanting more. Before I knew it I was signed up with a personal trainer. All was going well until I got this awful cough last June and I fell off the wagon. I jumped on it again once a month for my personal training sessions and those just ended in December. I find myself weighing even more than when I first started. (LOUD SIGH)
I am jumping back on the wagon tonight. I have a date with my Wii Fit this evening, all set up and waiting to go in my bedroom. Yes, I am not waiting until day 21 to start on my next goal. Do not put off til tomorrow what can be done today…or something like that, you get the gist. I have enlisted with a friend to attend cardio classes at the gym. I have set up a schedule for the week of when I will be working out, which will start tomorrow morning. I have plugged myself into a blog that caters to my needs. I think I’m all set to start. YAY ME!
I am actually fortunate to know the author of the blog on the website http://bigdivahq.com/. I met her on a vacation I had in Puerto Rico in 2007 and we’ve been friends ever since. She fondly calls me Glenda and I am reminded of how far I’ve come on improving myself as a person. She is my Health Guru and has agreed to be my guest blogger once a month here on My Pocketful Of Thoughts. I figure if I ask my questions out loud I might help other people on the same journey. Stay Tuned to the blog by Ms. Pillowz and it will be labeled Health Guru. Feel free to send any questions that you would like discussed in the Contact Me Section on the left hand panel. Plug into her blog today and enjoy! http://bigdivahq.com/