Sometimes I feel like a perpetual lost puppy in my own life. It is as if I keep traveling the same road over and over again with no internal GPS. No GPS to keep me from making the same wrong turn or making that change in my direction just reroutes me back to where I began. My car sometimes tells me to go the wrong way, as I need to upgrade my maps, but I have to foresight to know this because I have gone to the place I am heading again. I have been there enough times to know the general direction but am still not familiar enough to travel without the aide of my GPS.
I often feel like this about my weight loss. I KNOW what needs to be done. I have done it so many times. I have taken so many different routes because, just as when I travel somewhere I have not been in a while, that last route was too long, not scenic enough, or maybe had to much traffic or potholes. Whether Jenny Craig in High School, Atkins in my early 20's, Medi Weightloss, or Weight Watchers I have found a way to get part of the way to my destination and then lose my footing. This story, my story, is no different than anyone elses. I have done diet alone, diet with exercise, weight training, etc. The only difference is that this past time I was determined to change it all around. So determined, in fact, that I pushed myself to do something I abhored- running. People around me were losing weight with my assistance yet I remained stagnant. Then... I received a sign in the form of a broken bone. SLOW DOWN! TAKE A BREAK! I got that message loud and clear.
Fast forward 2 weeks from the injury and I sat here a flabby frustrated fool pissed off at the world, myself, the race. I sat in my house angry that I was unable to work out, drive, get off the couch, be pain free. It was in that time I decided to begin a relationship that was long over due. I started attending church. I began to realize my calling, teaching, as well as my need to love myself as I am and to be who God wants me to be. Now, understand that I am not saying God wants me to be fat but he DOES want me to be happy and love myself as he does. So with this knowledge and general feeling of goodwill I began to reminisce about why I felt the way I did for all these years and why I struggled so hard with believing I could overcome the obstacle of my weight. It wasn't until I began teaching that I felt open enough to share the ridicule of my youth with my students as a means to get them to keep the hurtful words to themselves. This realization of the way my tormentors affected me was brought to fruition when I read my friend Pat's blog
http://www.road2warriordash.wordpress.com/2011/06/10/whats-in-a-name/
I was the child called many names in elementary school. Most of which came from the mouth of a boy I was smitten with. Growing up, I was very chubby. I remember weighing 115 pounds in 5th grade. I was called Bubbles, Fatso, UFO- Unidentified Fat Object, Chubby, etc. These were names from kiddos the same age as me. I also received torment from my half sister, whom lived with me for a short time, in the way of words and jokes at my expense. Being called "Tub-o-lard" cuts... real deep. Some of you are probably saying, " ahh get over it, it was 25 years ago" I bet most of you are fit and never had this issue. Names, nice or mean, stick especially when you are a child and your life is all about being with friends, being liked, feeling good about your place in the social dynamic that is school and your neighborhood. Those names have carried through my life. At 36, I still see that chubby little girl being picked on and I still hear those words in my head when I do not meet a goal. The difference today is that I no longer wish to use it as a means to devalue myself or my mission.
I will continue to blog as well as read Pat's blog. I encourage you to follow him as well. I will also post my Vi Challenge site so you can follow that if you wish. In the end, I ask that you all think about the words you are using when speaking to others and about others- especially if you have children. We are living in a society where the average person believes the only way to lift themselves up is to step on another person. This is untrue and has lasting effects on those it is done to. Also, if you are not a church goer or dogmatic at all. I encourage you to find some word or feeling to follow whether religious or philosophical in nature. If you are living in this world free of any peace and you are trying to survive by yourself amongst the reality tv, the sensationalized media, and generally narcissistic society PLEASE find an escape before you are consumed by the negativity. Life is too short to live tethered to drama of yesterday or today... live your life unleashed!
With all the babbling aside. I would like to thank Pat for continuing his journey while I was sidelined as he and his story of ridicule reawakened my spirit. I have decided to jump start my weight loss with the Body by Vi challenge. I think shedding the flab that has accumulated while being "man down" will be helpful in getting back out and active again.
http://www.heatherschuster.bodybyvi.com/
Also, a special thanks to Pastor Q at GFC Eastlake for your series on living life unleashed!!