It has been a while.
I find that life has a way of getting away from me and if I don’t lasso it in every once in a while, I would probably never get a single post written!
Life has gotten away from me in more ways than one…heck, in about 15 different ways. But today, I will address only one of those ways. Today I will address that life long battle of the bulge.
Something you may not know about me, especially some of the newer readers, is that I am a lifetime member of Weight Watchers (WW). If you are not clear about what that means, let me explain. Quite a few years ago now, I lost weight with WW, reached my “goal weight” and then maintained it, within 2 pounds, for six weeks, at which time I was awarded Lifetime status. I then went to WW and weighed in once a month, and if I remained within 2 pounds of my goal weight, I did not have to pay the fee. Never mind that I am now 60 pounds overweight; I still hold my lifetime key. See, they can never take it away from you…they can just make you pay.
But I digress.
Not only was I a Lifetime member of WW, but I also took a job with WW, as a weigher/receptionist. I was the happy face that greeted you, took your money and weighed you, among other things. I loved it. I loved being a cheerleader for others and I needed the accountability of maintaining my weight. It was, most definitely, a win-win.
Then, we moved. Halfway across the country.
And my eating and exercising habits went all to heck.
And I proceeded to blow up.
And occasionally, over the last 5 1/2 years, I would make a somewhat feeble attempt at getting back on the wagon and would fail. Always.
For the better part of the last 2 years, I have simply given up. Not tried at all. Not cared what I ate or that I did not exercise at all. I’m sure there is some really messed up reason behind all that, but I couldn’t begin to tell you what it is. No doubt I need some therapy…
But recently, I started caring again. I just don’t feel very well. I feel tired. And I am tired of having hurty feet and creaky knees and a bulging midsection.
And then, recently, I saw my butt in some pictures that were taken over the Christmas holidays.
YIKES! is all I can say. No, DOUBLE YIKES!! is more appropriate.
You know, it isn’t often you get a view of yourself from behind. It was downright scary!
And in the interest of full disclosure, here’s proof:
But even though I was caring, I still felt paralyzed. Like I knew I would fail before I could start. I wanted to start, but just couldn’t make myself. And I have prayed and asked for God’s help to somehow dig out of this hole.
Then, I got a phone call. A truly divinely inspired phone call.
My friend, Cris, who blogs at hiddenbeloved, called me one day earlier this week, and extended an invitation to me. An invitation that was the swift kick in the ever-enlarging booty that I needed in order to say, YES, I can do this—if you will do it with me.
I want to be around for my kids. I want to be fit. But I cannot do it alone.
So we met up yesterday, Cris and I. We did our first weigh-in together, prayed together and committed to encourage each other and keep each other accountable. It is time to put the failure and shame behind and get going. No more excuses.
This morning I went for a walk. I am on my way.
Thank you, Cris, for being obedient to the prompting to call me and ask me to be your buddy on this journey. I am so grateful.
“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.” ~Will Rogers
Getting Fit Fridays is going to appear (hopefully) weekly to chronicle my journey and increase my accountability. Do you need to get back on the wagon? Do you need some help and encouragement? Join with me, if you’d like. Let’s encourage each other. We can do this—together.