Wednesday, May 21, 2008
You may not believe this, but I was still fat ten months ago. My BeachBody journey didn't begin until August 2007.
I remember walking into a department store fitting room about this time last year and noticing the fat rolls on my back for the first time.
Maybe it was the mirror or the lighting, I reasoned. Maybe it was the bra. Surely those rolls could not be mine.
I'm giggling as I write this, I think because I recognize our extraordinary power to delude ourselves sometimes and to come up with excuses for not changing our behavior. But really, who was I kidding? Surely not myself! The image in front of me did not lie: I had gotten fat.
My weight would continue to climb for another two months until I hit rock bottom: the point where I said, "Enough is Enough! Slim in 6, here I come!"
When you think about it, ten months is not a long time in the grand scheme of things. It seems like only yesterday that I was furious with my hair stylist for making me look like a poodle. (That was four months ago and I'm happy to report my hair has grown back.) It seems like only yesterday that I rang in the New Year, and holy moly, it's almost June! My mom is right, time does seem to go by more quickly the older you get.
But, when you're out of shape and desperate to see changes, what I call the "time to fitness" seems like an eternity away. The dissatisfaction you feel with your body can make six weeks or thirteen feel like an entire decade.
Oh, boys and girls, that's just your psyche playing tricks on you!
I'm not saying that the road to a thinner, fitter, and healthier you will be like a delightfully short walk in the park. No. I'm telling you to get your shoes on and start walking because you're closer than you think.