Er, I'm back.  :)

Saw a lean young woman doing stretches as I walked along the river front and thought...

"Oh to be that lean again!  It’ll never happen."  And then I thought, "Why the hell not?"

Warning -- this will not be a well-written post: Status Report

Just checking in folks.  It's been too long.  Quick catch up:  Finished the Biggest Loser Challenge (BLC) on March 31, 2012. 
Arica, wild woman, awesome mom and wife, all around overachiever, took first place by losing a whoppin' 30.2 pounds!  She took home the $120 grand price, plus some extra money for being best of week, best of month, oh she just can't stop herself!

I took second with 17 lbs lost, and my friend Cheryl took third with 18.7 pounds lost.  I won only based on percentages, so really, we tied for second place in my mind.

This was a great experience for me -- mostly because my friends stuck by me and participated in what always seems like a difficult or at least uncomfortable endeavor -- the attempt to lose weight.  Also, because I had some success, and because I felt a part of other people's success.  That really is a great feeling. 

And another reason doing the BLC was a true success for me is because it got my mind right about moving forward in my health.  The BLC, through the competition (but more through the accountability factor), helped flush out the weary excuses that I used to let the inertia of sitting still stop me from even trying.  It changed that inertia from a stationary body to a body in motion.  It gave me a fantastic start to the new year. 

Now, as we trundle on into April, I'm not regretting the weight I gained over the winter, because I lost some of that weight.  Now, with the weather finally warming, the prospect of getting off my butt and moving is less dismal as it had been in the winter cold and rain (sometimes hail and snow).  I unbelievably, actually, much to my own surprise, did get my butt moving in those dark depressing times, so continuing this process into beautiful temps has only gained momentum.

I cannot express how grateful I am to my friends that joined me and kept me on track.

This all became crystal clear to me how different my attitude is, my yearnings, when I sat in front of my computer at work at 4:00, looking out the windows at the dark clouds and rain wondering if it would be clear enough to walk the bridge and get that extra 1.2 miles of walking in.  Wondering if it might be worth it to walk in the slashing sideways rain anyway.  Even though I'd walked over the bridge in the morning.  Even though I'd walked over a mile at lunch with a friend.  Strangely, I wanted more! Checking the hourly weather report to see if the rain might break by 5:00, and yes, it was supposed to!  And at 4:58, changing my shoes as fast as I could, HAPPY that it wasn't raining, and dashing out to walk the bridge.

Four months ago I wasn't even sure I could waddle over the bridge in good enough time to make the bus.  Four months ago, a walk at lunch was more than enough to make me feel like I'd had enough.  Four months ago I'd be happy it was raining so I had an excuse not to walk, instead of being disappointed in obstacles that prevented me from getting my walks in.  Four months ago I didn't plan ahead to make sure I got that exercise in or had good food to choose from. 

Now, I have changed my work hours adjusting start and stop times to 15 minutes earlier so I can properly dress for hot weather walking (which means giving me time to change into workout clothes and out of my work clothes).  I've bought more walking attire, replaced my worn walking shoes, seeking a good hat to protect my face from the sun.  I have brought supplies to work to "refresh" after my walk in.  Bought a good backpack to bring my work clothes in to change into when I get there, out of when I leave there.  I think in terms of making it as easypeasy and as practical as possible to meet my walking and nutritional needs.  We're into the second quarter of the year -- it only took three months to get from there to here, and I'm still standing, and I really like it.  It didn't kill me.  I haven't given up anything I enjoy to do and have found I enjoy this more.

Next challenge:  The Game On Diet (Vernoff and Ferguson).  With this momentum, a few of my BLC participants have decided to keep on keepin' on with a new challenge.  Still in the planning process, but hope to get started by mid-month, or maybe end of month.  Might also get a few others involved. 

Well, it's time to get started on my day.  Get my food supplies for work bought and sorted.  Finish reading The Game On Diet.  

Yoga of the Mind (journal entry from 3/14/12

Woke up about 4 a.m. to go to the washroom.  Laid back down but my mind was spinning on all my shortcomings, work frustrations, family frustrations, money worries, etc.  Looked at the clock about 5 a.m.  Was frustrated that I could not enjoy my last hour of sleep.  

 

I remembered my yoga teacher’s exercise of imagining what we’re going to have our body do before we do it, and how there is a measurable muscular response just by imagining it.  So every time my mind chattered something negative, I pictured myself doing yoga stretches, breathing deeply as I imagined myself stretching, how my muscles would feel, exploring every moment of what I would be doing.  I can’t remember how long I did that because I fell asleep.  Wild.

You know you're pretty fat when...

you lose twenty pounds and no one at work notices. 

It’s hard out there for a plump.

I’m not sure why.  We have what we want, don’t we?  If we want pizza, eggrolls, rib eye and mashers, or carrot juice and string beans – it’s all right there.  What we bring home and shove in our faces, it’s of our own volition, yes?

If we decide to sit on the couch or go skiing, it’s our choice, right?

So why is it so hard?  Why do we suffer so?  Why are we so balled up all the time?

Yes, I know that our food system is poisoned, chock full of unnatural ingredients, and even natural ingredients restructured molecularly in unnatural ways, and I have no doubt that this causes the majority of our digestive health problems and cancers, in addition to the effects of outside pollutants and our increasingly sedentary lifestyle.  Why, when our government is so concerned about controlling our every move “for our own protection,” it isn’t cracking down on the food industry, I’ll never know.  You’d think the health insurance industry, that lobbied the government to insist we wear seatbelts and helmets, would want to save some money on its cancer, diabetes, heart, and obesity treatments by putting pressure on the federal government to make and enforce clean food laws.    

Oh, wait – it doesn’t have to.  It simply denies treatment.  Because it is our responsibility, after all, to make sure the food we buy is clean, safe, and natural (like it’s our choice to wear seatbelts, eh?).  So what if the food industry is not required to tell us what’s really in our food.  If we object and cry foul when the food industry adds shit like HFCS, then it simply lobbies its government buddies to change the labeling law to simply call it “sugar” so we can’t even make an educated choice to avoid HFCS.  Greed always wins the day. 

It is simply proof that the government cares not for its people, only for the profits of its elected officials and those officials’ friends and business partners.

So, we can only try to buy the best that we can afford, avoid processed crap that has god-knows-what hidden in it, buy fresh whenever possible and make the time-sacrifice to cook our own food, and hope that if we can’t buy organic that we are not getting something from Mexico where the pesticide laws are a lot less strict (we apparently don’t check our food supply from them that closely anyway).  At least the spotlight is on China, and we are suspicious of food products made there. 

Sometimes I think that folks are more concerned about their pets’ diets than they are about their own food.  They’ll drop $50 on a bag of gourmet organic rice and lamb dog food, but will feed their kids Cocoa Puffs.  Of course, when the kids develop hotspots on their pelt, um, I mean skin, we take them to the doctor and treat them with steroidal creams.  Only a small minority actually take the time and care to examine what in their diet might be causing the problem.  It’s just so much easier to let the doctor prescribe something—treat the symptom, not the cause.   

And I can’t help but wonder how many kids are actually ADHD – what if some of those symptoms are effects from a combination of the artificial colors, preservatives, molecularly modified fats and sugars altering their brain chemistry to the point of constant distraction?  Not to mention the horrendous overdoses of visual and auditory stimuli surrounding us wherever we go (stressors everywhere).  There really is no escaping it.  Even when you go for a walk in the national forest, you’ll come across the buzzing of overhead electrical lines (that is, if you could get your kid to leave his iPhone at home…).  But what if the major symptoms of ADHD were even in part food related?  How many families are willing to go to a pure diet?  It would mean reading every label, planning meals, shopping, chopping, prepping, and cooking, and buying very few prepared food items (or very expensive ones that at least claim to be “natural”).  You know, that would cut into your TV and computer time to make your kid all their own real food.  And then what does the kid face with their friends?  Not being able to eat the junk their friends’ parents feed them?  Rarely being able to find decent food any time you are not at home?  You’ll have a riot on your hands once your kids are past the prepubescent age, if not before. 

Yes, food issues, from baby formula on forward, are deep, deep, deep within us.  I believe they even rewrite our cells and rewire our brains.

So, don’t be so damn judgmental when you see obese people waddling down the street.  They are suffering more than you will ever know, and yes, it’s not just their will power that is to blame.  And don’t get me started on advertising, marketing, misinformationals, and the utter brain washing of the entire nation.  Sigh.

You're righteous...so righteous...You're always so right...

I hear "Last Stop" by David Matthews playing in my head as I realize that I am the living example of the obnoxious reformed.  Well, internally, anyway.  I think in judgmental terms, because of course, I am doing something important – I’m changing my ways, eating better, exercising.  I’m living it, baby!

So when I see a morbidly overweight person (like me) sitting down with a greasy fast-food burger, salty fries and supersized coke, I think, “Unh huh.  Mmmm hmmmmm.”  Upon the heels of that wordless judgment come other less shameful thoughts, like, maybe they’ve spent a week or a month eating sticks and twigs in fat-free milk and have already lost 100 pounds and this is their reward.  Or like, maybe no one ever taught them about good nutrition.  Or like, maybe they’re just having a bad day and this is their crutch…Maybe they’re just not in a place to take the reigns of their own health just yet -- you know, like me!  Look at me!  I’m so damn good!  (Forget the fact that I’ve taken the reigns numerous times and then fallen on my face in the mud and under the horse just weeks later….)

And finally, that little bud of empathy (that I try so vigilantly and virtuously to nurture) breaks through, and I remember that whenever I indulged in anything, anything other than the healthiest meals, my guilty conscious filled me with shame and I ate it anyway (and then some more.  Sometimes double).  Sometimes that shame has to do with unresolved memories/issues with my long deceased mother and my father’s current disappointment in my weight (the fact that he says, “but you were such a beautiful girl” is supposed to key me in on how much he really does love me, even though my being fat makes it harder for him).  And then, of course, my own horror at how far I’ve come from the “tiny thing” an old boyfriend once called me in college to what I am now – almost exactly 100 pounds heavier.  Or rather was almost exactly.  Since I started this Biggest Loser Challenge, I am now down a few pounds, you know.  (Aren’t I enviable?  Don’t you want to be like me?  'Cause I'm so damn strong!) 

But I digress.

Anyway, after my mind skips over a litany of condemnations for the poor souls stuffing their faces and arteries with crap nonfood, or overly rich food, or simply waaaay too much of it, I recognize that I am conscious of these judgments, and remind myself again of my own shame.  I remind myself that shame hurts.  I remind myself, much too late of course, that their weight is not the sum total of their worth, of their talents, of who they are.  In fact, it has very little to do with it.  It is a physical attribute, nothing more.  It may be a symptom even.  But it is not who they are.  And more importantly, it is not my bizniz to try to figure out why it is that they are fat, if it’s their own fault, or to give it a value of any kind.  And if I’m going to feel anything, it should be sympathy – oh wait, but isn’t that also a judgment that is not mine to make?

I remind myself that I have experienced behind-my-back derision from coworkers, acquaintances, false friends, and strangers, and in-my-face derision as well.  I remind myself that any of my own judgmental thinking, though seemingly involuntary, is just as bad and narrow minded as theirs. 

This tendency is clearly ingrained in me.  And it is something I recognize, I acknowledge, I am owning, and I am fighting to change.  Because -- I know deep down that these judgments I am making are not really toward this other person.  They are a direct reflection of how I feel about myself.  And I know that until I can accept myself, flaws, inadequacies, flab and all, I will never really change.  Being skinny isn’t really the goal.  The goal is to treat myself with love, understanding, and kindness.  (Good luck with that one, dork!)  And that includes but is not limited to making good choices for myself.  (Including not insulting yourself, stupid!)  It includes but is not limited to empathy and compassion for myself and others.  It includes but is not limited to living life as an active participant instead of sitting on my ass and watching it go by until I die. 

Oh lord, I’m still sounding pretty effin’ righteous, ain’t I?  Crap!