For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the chubby girl. Hell, at this point, it’s fair to say that I’m way beyond just the label of chubby. It’s not a fun label to own but I try to just accept it. Why? Because I know that I’m my own obstacle.
Every year I say I’m going to commit to taking care of my health. I’ll eat better, I’ll cook more and I’ll move more. But I always find an excuse to not do it. From sprained ankles to late nights at work…I can find an acceptable reason for putting off exercising or running to the grocery store to stock my fridge.
When I take the time to reflect on my habits, I get angry. I’m an intelligent person. I have worked in health care and/or lived with friends who work in health care, so I’ve managed to absorb some random medical knowledge as it relates to the dangers of obesity. It’s not pretty!
By some miracle from up above, I’ve never been diagnosed by Diabetes. I have the weight and lack of mobility, but something genetically has kept me free of the big D (for which I’m forever grateful). However, I’ve seen how the world can throw you a curve ball. My father found out he had to have a double by-pass after my mom forced him to get a check-up because he couldn’t tie his shoes without having trouble breathing. And my friend Deyla discovered a devastating lump in her breast when breastfeeding her new baby. This was a woman who knew about preventative care and who lost her battle.
For some reason, someone has decided that my time isn’t up…and frankly I’m not ready to go anywhere. I am tired of not being able to find clothes that I love or for panting heavily as I come up a flight of stairs. I’ve got to do something!
Saying and doing are actions on opposite sides of the totem pole that need to find a way to meet in the middle. If losing weight/becoming more active were easy, no one would be overweight! It’s hard and it’s a battle I haven’t yet fully faced.
In fact, I sit here typing this blog about my struggle after I treated myself to dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings, and am now drinking a real coke (not diet). These awful habits and excuses really do need to stop. I know it’s going to be challenging, but I’ve got to start somewhere.
Where will I start?
I’m going to start with movement. I’ve noticed lately that I’ve lost a lot of my flexibility, and that I poop out physically a lot sooner than I remember. I spend a lot of time on my office chair or craftroom chair (like right now). I need to tilt the scale a bit and put some more time in to moving and stretching my body.
The goal for the rest of this year is to start increasing my daily steps to 10K. Right now, I’m averaging roughly 5K steps per day which is much better than where I first started when I got my fibit. However, 5K is still only half of what is recommended on a daily basis.
It’s time to get moving!