Status report

I have a little bit of progress I would like to share.

 

 

A status report. If you will...

 

 

I can't say/write/type "Status Report," without thinking about these guys:

 

 

 

 

 

Private, status report!

 

 

Wait, wait, wait....

 

 

Before I disclose my new numbers I have to address something that I heard the other day.

 

 

It wasn't the first time I had heard it.

 

 

Fat people are fat because they want to be fat.

 

 

How true is that?!

 

 

I remained fat because I wanted to be fat! Really.

 

 

No matter how uncomfortable that statement is, it is true.

 

 

It may be a bit more psychological than that. Definitely something addressed in a class after Psych 101. Something for the Psych majors, perhaps.

 

 

I knew I was overweight. I knew I was unhappy. I knew that my knees hurt from the weight. I knew that I didn't play with the kids because I was tired. I knew that 4 pieces of pizza was not okay. I knew that if I kept at that pace I would not see my daughter graduate from college. I knew I would not interact with my grandchildren. I knew I had an untreated thyroid problem.

 

 

I wanted to be fat.

 

 

It was so much easier that way.

 

 

No work outs. No meal forethought. No sacrifice.

 

 

It's true.

 

 

So what happened when I turned it around?

 

 

When I stopped wanting to be fat?

 

 

I work out. I move. Constantly. I love it.

 

 

I plan every meal. I compare foods and options. My family eats a little healthier.

 

 

I wake up around 4:30 am-ish. I run in the cold. I sweat. I stink. I don't shop any more.

 

 

The pain of sacrifice is way better than the pain of regret.

 

 

And we all know pain is temporary.