Fat Ticker Friday

Good morning!

Sick of hearing about my sickhouse yet? I am. It hit hubby today. Good times.

But as a result, and unsurprisingly, I have had no change. Yep. Zero. Nada. In a choice to remain at home or go to the gym as a sniffy-sneezy-coughy-achy-stuffyhead-person, I chose home.

It doesn't help that these last few pounds are clinging for dear life and that I need to do more, rather than less.


But the fact that I don't look like this anymore helps me:

This was my Aha! moment.

Lovely.

Things always happen in threes for me. The first evil thing was this picture taken at a birthday party earlier this year. HELLO! That alone should be the wakeup call. I cried when I saw that the fat chick holding the baby was, indeed, ME! That had never been me. How did that become me? Why? Why why why??

The next thing was when a family member said something to me, something about how I once was an athlete, the key word being "was" in the sentence. One of those things where you read way too much into a sentence but the fact that the word "was" was used was intriguing to me. Because at that moment, I wasn't. I was not an athlete at that moment, that much could be said. But the sentence made me think about who I actually am and made me really want to be who I thought I could be again. Make sense? And said family member should know, by the way, that saying this was actually a good thing because it became part of my trifecta of motivation. The third thing was when I did silly little things like parking really far away and gardening, really just in an effort to physically move around more and WHOA! I lost 5 pounds! It was magic! So I guess there were two bad things and 1 good (cup-half-full-girl).

So after all that self-pity and sorrow over who I was and who I had become, and the tears, my God the tears, I flopped onto the couch, opened up the laptop and signed up for the 5k in June. And I ran it 17 pounds lighter. Something was triggered in me, and it started like a lot of things do, with a picture.

Now I am a whole 30 pounds lighter, thanks to the fact that I kept going, and I am proud to say that right now, I AM NOT EMBARRASSED ABOUT MYSELF. I don't cry when I go into the dressing room, I have gotten checked out (in front of my husband!), I wear short-sleeves and tanktops with reckless abandon, I run around and wrestle with my kids, I'm not afraid of meeting new people, I can tell my husband thinks I'm cute (ahem), I probably can't even list the things that have changed since I started because literally, my whole life, outlook, self-image, everything has changed. Everything. Oh yes, and now I can run 5 1/2 miles.

So that was it. My "Aha". What was yours?

I'll be spending the rest of the weekend (again) in degerming and cleansing and trying to get back up to 100% but I have my final 5.5 mile run before the 10k and stay tuned, because some of you asked about keeping this going and I just may have another idea brewing...

Fat Ticker Friday

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