I know many of you look at a person who is fat and think, "How did they let that happen to themselves? Why didn't they just stop eating when their clothes started getting tight? Don't they see how fat they become when they look in the mirror?"
At the risk of sounding flippant I'm here to tell you that it is possible to gain weight, to get morbidly obese even and not really know. Of course you know you've gained some weight, but I can truthfully say I had absolutely NO idea I weighed as much as I did. As a matter of fact, I was about 37 lbs more than what I thought my weight was. When I saw that terrible number two weeks ago I literally sat down and cried...but probably not for the reason you think.
Sometimes when we send an ambulance to someone who is sick or injured the paramedics have to request the fire also respond for a lift assist. That means that the person is so overweight that the two medics on the scene can not safely life them by themselves, and looking at the number on the scale I knew that if an ambulance were ever called for me the fire department would have to tag along to lift my fat ass up. Just the thought of needing a lift assist was humiliating for me because then EVERYONE would know how fat I'd become...because apparently I thought people didn't see pass my quick wit and sparkling personality to the large woman I'd become. Yeah right...in my dreams.
Let me say right here, right now...I WILL NOT BE A LIFT ASSIST!
Tomorrow I have my second weigh in and I'm praying I'll hit the 10 lbs weight loss mark. I have worked so hard to lose this weight, I haven't cheated on my diet, not even once, but I won't be satisfied until I hit that first 10 lb mark. I know, it's silly, but it's the way I feel.
I splurged and bought myself a good pedometer to help me keep track of how much I walk every day. The one I bought had the highest consumer ratings and hundreds of great customer reviews. My husband was kind enough to measure my strides and program it for me and for the first day I wore it and checked it every twenty steps to make sure it was accurate...is was. When Bella and I went to the zoo checked to make sure not a single false step was counted as we rode the train and carousel...it wasn't.
My goal over the last few days is to walk a minimum of two miles a day, and I have. 3.68 miles Thursday, 2.18 miles yesterday, and 2.73 miles today. It's not hard to meet my goal when I'm not working...I simply load Bella up and we walk, however when you work 12 hour days at a job where you sit in front of a computer it becomes a bit more challenging. So now during our quiet time at work I walk laps in the radio room, and when I'm on break I walk up and down the parking lot...whatever it takes I'm going to get those two miles every day.
I'm going to keep at my two mile goal for another week, then each week I'm going to increase the goal by 1/2 mile a week until I'm walking 5 miles a day. Luckily my husband bought me a tread mill last year for Christmas, so it's about to be taken out of it's resting place and put directly in front of the television. I don't watch much TV, but when I do I'll be walking while I watch.
Winter will be here soon so I plan on spending time every day on that treadmill getting my leg muscles strong and toned, then in the spring I'll be able to start training for the 2013 Ride for a Cure fundraiser for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. I don't have all the details on the ride yet, but a dear friend of mine is riding in it this year...105 miles through Death Valley. I don't know if the ride I'll be participating in is that far, but I'm going to do my best to complete it no matter how far it is.
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