Today I was weighed and I felt like I was hit in the gut. I haven’t been happy with my weight or “fitness level” for some time and I believe I’m the proud owner of every excuse in the book on why I haven’t been much of a work out buff for a good part of the year. It’s super unusual for me – even when I’ve “let myself go” for a little bit in the past, I always rebound and get back into being my #1 champion. Maybe with all of the excitement from 2013 (hello, wedding!) I have just been taking a backseat to feeling fit and happy and have been happy with full and plump.
Regardless – no bueno. Have you ever been weighed by someone else? Like, you know … at a doctor’s office? Where someone else’s eyes fall onto that number on the scale and immediately you’re ashamed of yourself (even if the person weighing you is bigger than you??). I’ve felt it in my waistline and my bra line… I’ve felt the pudge getting a little bigger over the past few months but really felt a hit when I was told that I’m 10 lbs heavier than I have been the entire year. THE. ENTIRE. YEAR.
I’ve been walking around with this number in my head of where my weight is at and “if I just start focusing I can get down 30 lbs and be where I want to be.” But this morning, the lovely lady at the doctor’s office nudged that bar 10 lbs to the right (that’s heavier, folks!) past where even I thought I was. Crazy talk! Outrageous! Re-count!! Now I can see where people with weight issues come from after they get to a certain point. Not saying that I’m anywhere near that or even understand all of the issues that overweight individuals have – but I can see where they thought things were ok until they weren’t and they were left with their heart racing out of their chests in a plump puddle at the feet of a screaming Jillian Michaels. We all could only be so lucky.
Is this my turning point where enough is enough? Where I get my act together and really stop making excuses? I hope so. What did your moment look like?