Mixed Emotions ~ closing in on goal weight ~
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, 03-24-2015 at 11:34 AM (1245 Views)
Goal weight has been the enchanted spirit. It lulls me with its sweet song, and gently dance. I look at it, and long to be with it. To have my true love, the one thing I desire…. The ever so sexy goal weight, how I lust for the!!
Ok, maybe that’s the Hollywood version but, I know I’m not alone with the way the target number on the scale has been in my mind. I do push for it but understand health is my goal. I aim to reach it but, will not “cut corners” such as not eating or, making unhealthy decisions to get there.
What am I even saying?
I am a mixed bag of emotions right now. This morning, I was 238, and realized I’m 8 pounds away from goal. This is the goal that January 2013 seemed like a dream. It was a goal that even with the cute slides the doctor presented that said “You can lose up to 90% of access body weight blah blah”, it was still not so real to me. It was a dream.
This morning, I had such great feelings but… One feeling took over. Sadness
I was sad this leg of the journey was hopefully ending in a number of weeks/months. I was sad, this part was exciting to me. I wanted to set my last goal for my bday, 5/7 but, got uber sad. I don’t know why. This time, I will let it roll without a deadline until 5/7, and see where I am.
I always think “if XYZ happens, I will be happy”. It was weight all the time. Being close to where I want to be, I am very happy, but not satisfied. The goal is 10 years of keeping it off. Well, that’s the “goal weight” to me. From this writing, you can see the jumbled mess of emotions I am right now. I really can’t explain it. It’s like the power of two years at this, and seeing the mountain move. I still suffer from “overweight brain”. I feel I am still 400lbs sometimes. I make comments about “us big people” sometimes, and get smacked to my new reality.
So, I conclude this jumble of post with hope. I feel so alive, so human, and so accepted in society, I can’t escape my thoughts on making this the norm for anyone. So much pressure from all over, and yet no acceptance that obesity is a real disease, where the person is almost powerless to become the “normal” others are blessed to have.
My feelings are: happy, confused, giddy, bouncy, sad, concerned, loved, blissful, scared, hopeful, damaged. The last word “Damaged”, that could even be the only word to describe me. I am damaged. Years of obesity have done a job on my sellf worth, self respect, and my confidence. Granted, the confidence has come back but, the deep feelings of regret, self shame, and all those “worthless” feelings pop their little heads up from time to time. If you are obese and reading this, you know the “shame”. Writing these words, I have to choke back tears. It’s hard to say and acknowledge it to be true. Shedding the access weight does not shed these access thoughts!
Hard work, and dedication to your craft will rid you of the negatives. In my life, I stink at Zumba, I was terrible at Spin class, and honestly, had no right being in a vbarre class. I say this with pride because these are activities I have been able to sustain. I was able to pick up the lacrosse stick, and play with guys who have not stopped playing for 20 years since college. Running with them, not chasing. Playing with them, not being a liability on the field. Those things give me the strength to raise up from the ashes, and get my brain in the right place! I babble because these thoughts are fighting to get out, and if I do not document them, I will lose these thoughts forever.
I always say “if one person reads ANYTHING I write, and find a connection to better their life, I am humbled and grateful for the opportunity to help” I am the struggle. I live it every day. If anything, I am the struggle in disguise. But, I know I am just a few steps away from relapse, and will not get smug or over confident. Hard work, grit, and blue coller spirit got me here. I can’t coast even in year 10.
The blood… the sweat… the tears.. they all pave the road to success. Once you stop providing those materials, the road will shrivel and be unpassable. DON’T EVER MAKE YOUR ROAD UNPASSABLE!!
I leave you with a song that has been stuck in my head for a long while:
I still fall on my face sometimes and I
Can't color inside the lines 'cause
I'm perfectly incomplete
I'm still working on my masterpiece and I
I wanna hang with the greatest gotta
Way to go, but it's worth the wait, no
You haven't seen the best of me
I'm still working on my masterpiece and I
One Love
I also, I am so scared of my book. I have told NO ONE about my surgery, and they assume my past athletic background go me here. Any thoughts for you folks would be great!!