When people hear the story of weight loss they only see the final result. They get all wrapped up in the final goal, and forget that any change is a journey of self discovery. They get discouraged by the pace of change and criticize themselves if the process is not fast enough. But I want you to know it is a slow journey.
When I started, slowly down the fat hill I went. It was a very high and steep hill. I had no idea how high or how steep my fat hill was. However, when I heard my legs in stockings rubbing together and making a sound like mice whispering in a chip bag, I knew it was time to release some fat. So I started off on my journey on the walk down the fat hill.
If I did not choose to slowly walk down the fat hill, I would have ended up rolling down the fat hill and God only knows what kind of injury I would have sustained. Well, slowing walking down the fat hill, I realized that I needed some support. I could do it, but I was unaware of what to do, how to do it and if I would have enjoyed doing it by myself. Now, I am the typical lone ranger. I do things on my own and swear that I can. But there are times when even a Lone Ranger, needs a Tonto. My first Tonto was called Lilli.
Lilli is my health coach. She would call every week and we would just talk. I was kidding myself really thinking that between the Nintendo WII and walking in the park I could make it happen. In reality, i needed help because I had no idea how to help myself. I knew I was overweight, but I had no idea about how overweight I was. My fat was hard and tight and its address was 1 Round the Middle Avenue in the town of Back fat. Anyway, Lilli and I would talk and share.
I decided to exercise by stalking a woman in the park one Saturday, and doing her routine. I was unable to keep up. I decided it was time to get a trainer. So, in pops Dr. Evil. Dr. Evil was posting flyers in the park. He looked decent and I confronted him in my friendly manner and asked him what he was doing. He was starting a Boot Camp and I took one of the flyers. I called him a few weeks later and did his consultation. He about killed me. I never sweated so much in my life. I sat on the monument in Fort Green Park and left a butt print. OMG. That was it, he was my trainer and the rest is history.
Before Dr. Evil, I could not do a pushup. I could not run up the stairs. WHen I did I was out of breath. Dr. Evil didn’t care he just said do it. No small talk, no chat. We worked out and I left. He told me the goal was 1 lb a week. I just grinned through my teeth. Anyway, 1 lb a week it was consistently. Today, I have a team of people who take care of me and support me to be my great self. I never understood that before – how much asking for help can help me. I have a health coach, a trainer, a therapist, a cleaning lady, a stylist, an assistant and an organizer. In life there are things that we are just not good at. My suggestion now is get the help, clear the mess and live a full life.