As you've probably guessed it from my lack of posts, I lost focus on my weight loss. Again.
I'm certainly not the only one to experience this phenom. You know the story: a big person gets a burst of motivation to change their life. He or she sets goals to be more active, eat healthier, and lose weight. And all that energy lasts about a week and then POOF! they're back in the drive thru saying "large size, with a diet Coke."
My friend Pjaye has been making serious changes to her lifestyle over the last year, and she's seeing lots of progress. She used to be fairly large, but because of Weight Watchers and a gym membership, she has lost more than 65 pounds. I once asked her how she keeps the motivation alive, and she said that she just has to be really OCD about things like going to the gym. That's great, but how does one not be OCD about eating high-fat, greasy cheeseburgers?
I've heard people suggest that weight loss is all about priorities, and one choosing to make it their number one priority. I guess I don't understand how to do that. I certainly want to lose the weight bad enough, and yet the desire for weight loss is never that appealing when I have to choose between a home cooked meal and a greasy cheeseburger, or choose between going for a walk and sitting on the couch watching TV. It's not that I don't know how to set goals. I've done it before. Last year I completed my Masters in Teaching degree, capping a 9-year long college career. During those years of studying, I never once considered dropping out of school. I had a goal of getting a BA, and MIT, and my teaching certificate, and I met all of those goals. Surely, if I can spend a third of my life working toward a degree, then I can spend a few years losing 175 pounds.
This weekend the weather is supposed to be dry. I think I'll take advantage of it and go for a stroll or two around the neighborhood.
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Priorities are set for me based upon my life. I went through a rapid weight loss years ago, because I know I want a family one day and I want the energy to chase around a young one without passing out. And to set a good example for them to make healthy choices. Eating Jack in the Box is not one of them. Plus I want my loved one to see me live a long life.
The first two weeks are the roughest, but once you get into a routine it gets a lot easier. Then it's a matter of keeping it off, which is a chore in and of itself.
And BTW if Wiwille can do it so can you. Your loved ones want you to be healthy and happy and be able to beat your ass at Xbox when we're old and senile confinded to a retirement home.
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