Tuesday, February 22, 2011

War

So, I’ve made the decisions to no longer set on the sidelines of life… I’m going to take this bitch on head first. I don’t know what I’m doing, or how long it will take me, but I do know what my goal is; not be in the obesity category any longer. Just a BMI under 29… which may be easier said than done, since it is currently at a 45.4. I know how I got here, too many Pepsi’s and too much time sitting in a fast food drive -through, too little moving. It has taken me 23 years to get here! I wonder how long it will take me to reverse the damage I’ve done.
I’ve always been the best friend with a joke and a comforting smile, listening ear. I’ll take on any project (as long as it doesn’t take too much physical activity), including projects I don’t have time for… result? A 23 year old teacher that ROCKS at her job, takes on the extras, no kid is un-important, I will die before someone leaves my classroom without learning, I will be the youth leader, volunteer for free tutoring, or get on with your non-profit project. But I actively refuse to spend 30 minutes a day on myself! HELL no I will not get on the treadmill; I don’t have 30 dollars for a gym membership. I’m too busy spending that money on my next greasy fix. I’m here to change. I realized I had a serious problem just a few weeks ago, yep, seriously… I’ve weighed over 200 hundred pounds for as long as I can remember, but it was just a few weeks ago that I really felt like I was the fat girl... here are a few things that tipped me off.
****WARNING may contain graphic content.
1.After the recent 10 pound gain, I’ve realized that I have a harder time wiping my butt; seriously, this is something I refuse to lose the ability to do.
2.I was not attending any of my singles ward activities for fear that they would do something active and I would end up passing out and dying, just from embarrassment, because heaven knows I never would have attempted to chase a basket ball across the court.
3.There is this guy, he is super wonderful (from a distance, I haven’t dared get close). I was telling my sister –in-law (who happens to be uber wonderful and supportive, and I think she may even think I’m awesome, though we don’t talk about our feelings, YUCK! She is also an English Major, so I hope she keeps her grammatical fussing to herself) about this fine specimen of a gentleman. I was telling her that he is in his late 20’s that he has a good job (degree included) had recently (at least I think) purchased a house... basically all the things that has a girl thinking about nesting. I think I may have been drooling when I said these things. She said “did you talk to him, maybe ask him out.” I exuberantly exclaimed “ME? No way, I would never have the guts, that guy is successful!” Well being the pushy broad that she is, she asked me, don’t you have a Bachelors of Science degree? I said yeah, but just is special education, what does that mean?” She then said; “didn’t you recently purchase a house? “ I said yeah, but just a modest home.” Then she had the nerve to laugh at me, seriously, she giggled like a boy that had just tripped his sister. What was her conclusion? That I was holding myself back, that I was making excuses! This caused me to evaluate, what the real problem was, did I REALLY think his degree was cooler than mine? Hell no! I get to spend every day with AWESOME students! Did I care if his house was bigger than mine? NO, do you know what teachers make? It was a heck of an accomplishment just to be able to afford a modest home… seriously! So my issue is, when it comes down to the nitty gritty of things, is, I know that I’m too fat. Now I’m not saying this guy is one of those guys, the truth is, I’m physically attracted to those that are physically fit. So how can I expect them to be physically attracted to me? When I don’t even like myself in the mirror… and seriously, TRUST ME the naked me is worse.
4.I’m having a harder time staying balanced on the horses that I love to ride, and one of these days, not too far from now one of those colt is going to spin faster than me and my butt is going to end up implanted in the ground. Worst case scenario? Someone has to call 911, they have to cut my clothes off… well you get the picture.
5.Last but not least, I hurt when I get up in the morning.. I’m 23 and I think that is bull shit.
End of story. Or beginning depending on how you look at it.
So here is to the first day; weighing in at 277 pounds.
My war weapons:
A.A leash for my badly neglected dog. Lets us walk… dare I say, maybe one day run?
B.A MotivAder! I use it to change behavior in the classroom, let us see if Miss Lorie can kick herself into shape.
C.A commitment to only drink water.
D.And a commitment to pack a lunch, everyday, SCHOOL lunch is killing our American children. (I’m proof; the last 15 pounds came from eating school lunch).
THE WAR IS ON!

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