Ain’t Life Funny

Just a little over a month ago, I was fired up with goals from Get Radical, ready to change my life with B-School, and ready to hit the road running. Ironically, I hit the ground…from my chair.

I quickly saw the curse was really a blessing in disguise. It was the universe reinforcing the message it had been sending with my exhaustion and related crap that it was time to refocus my energies, to take the deepest breath of my life, and to dedicate my free time to self-improvement since I had no excuse not to.

I had all these goals, broken down in small bites, addressing every aspect of my life. I planned to spend time writing, meditating, resting, and taking better care of myself (or letting others – if I can’t get up to get a soda, I can’t drink it, right?). I talked about riding the wave of emotions surfacing from being laid up for weeks on end. Frustration, pain, anger, sadness, boredom, gratitude, love and everything in between. Allowing myself to let all of the emotions truly flow over and through me, not just some, or not just on a surface level, would be a change.

Here I sit, a month later, and I have accomplished NOTHING.

That’s not entirely true…

  • I’ve learned that it absolutely possible to storm out of a room on crutches
  • that I can be just as productive, if not more, with a good lap desk and a mobile office
  • that compromise is seeing two John Mayer shows instead of getting VIP meet and greet tickets for one, although I think I may have been heavily medicated for that one.
  • I’ve learned that three gallons of sugar will help you forget there is no medicine to go down because your doctor told you to tough it out
  • I’ve learned that I can watch the same 5 shows over and over again; in case you’re wondering, they’re Hart of Dixie, Better of Ted, Nashville, the Tudors and Giuliana & Bill.

But I didn’t accomplish any of my goals. Sure, I bought a goal planning workbook, a new planner (or two). I bought bright colored index cards and markers to make affirmation and goal cards (which I’ve just realized are essentially the flash cards I hated in school). I had the get up and go, and off I went…aimlessly, on crutches nonetheless!

Here’s the piece that ties all the jumbled thoughts above. Sadly, I just figured it out, as I get ready to go back to facing the demands of everyday life and the “real world”.  As usual, the universe stepped in with total synchronicity to make sure I got the message – blog posts, Facebook and Twitter all had something talking about joy, and how when our goals are not aligned with our happiness, when we dread instead of look forward to them or when they’re not aligned with our joy, we don’t make changes.

This is the missing key to making the lifestyle change that I’ve been trying to. There’s no joy in it. While I’ve learned to work through many other emotions, I’ve never focused on joy. So I guess my only goal for now is exploring joy and learning how to connect it to my goals. I know that I’m one step closer to the permanent changes I want to make, and that brings me joy for now.

 

The Evolution of a Weight Loss Blog and Blogger

I was so inspired at the Get Radical Conference last weekend to take control of areas of my life I’ve been struggling in, I’ve been planning posts with some of the things I learned from each speaker and some of my takeaways. After reading two slightly vulnerable and honest posts from Alison at Wardrobe Oxygen and Maegan at …love Maegan, I felt compelled to share a little bit more of myself before sharing any thoughts about the conference.

quote about change

For those of you who have watched this blog (and me evolve) from the beginning, you know that it started as a weight loss blog; as I grew to understand that weight loss is more than nutrition and exercise, I started to write about more than just weight. I realized it was about self-love, forgiveness, confidence,  emotional issues, medical issues and not waiting to live your life. It gradually became more of a lifestyle blog.

I discovered plus size clothes that were trendy and flattering, and actually created outfits I didn’t mind going out in public in after years of trying. I saw the confidence it created in me and was so excited to share it with others. I knew how hard it was to find good things in larger sizes. It is by no means shallow, how empowering to feel comfortable, even sexy in your clothes and in your own skin. Sometimes I went too far in that direction and forgot that I wasn’t (and didn’t want to be a big fashion and style blog).

I dabbled in yoga, S-Factor, walking, body monitors, three different gyms, a ton of exercise DVDs and a crazy vibrating abdominal belt that I’m fairly certain was just electrical shocks. These were all really fun things, for a time, and I had a great time discovering them and giving others new ideas, many of whom had success with them. Again, I had to work hard to not want all the ads, sponsors and fitness giveaways that the fitness bloggers had.

I did Weight Watchers, I bought Alli, I tried three different doctor prescribed weight loss pills and a doctor prescribed weight loss plans. Again, these things have worked well for others, but not for someone who didn’t stick with them. I blogged about WW since I know a lot of people do it, but it felt very inauthentic  to me.

I tried meditating, affirmations, journaling, goal setting, therapy, reading every book imaginable, and a gazillion programs, not to mention wellness coaches, holistic doctors, PCOS specialists and endocrinologists  The spiritual side of this is where I learned and grew the most, and the one I loved writing about because it allowed me to dig deep, to be open and talk about things many don’t. Most times I was sharing what I was doing, but sometimes I’m sure it felt overwhelming or salesy.

None of  these things were wrong personally or on a blog level; I wasn’t doing crazy cleanses or lying to readers. The problem was inconsistency in both areas that kept me from fully committing in either. Now, here I am, at the same weight I, stressed and feeling crappy all the time; and though I’m proud to say the blog has grown organically, I would have liked to share more content and less filler at times.

Of all the things at the conference, the most important one I was reminded of was this:
Change happens when your current situation is more painful than the steps to change will be, and you are able to hang on to that hope for change throughout the process.

I, my friends, am at that point. I’m exhausted every day, frustrated in so many areas of my life, stressed like I’ve never been before, constantly feel like crap, and have no quality of life.
I’ve at times let the above impact the quality and consistency of this blog. I want this blog to be 100% the essence of me, a true community for women, a valuable resource and a fun escape. I want to be proud of it next week, next month and next year, not make a quick $20 from it.

Change starts now.

I Am More Than a Number on a Scale

Weight. Scales. Pounds. Clothing sizes. Points. Calories.

Are you good and scared for Halloween now? What is about those (mostly) arbitrary numbers that send chills down our spine?
 
I’ve meant to blog about it, but haven’t yet, but a few months ago I rejoined Weight Watchers. While there are several good reasons that I joined, there are still facets of WW or any “formal” weight loss program that I struggle with.
 
Saturday was a perfect example of one of my challenges. For the past several weeks, I had been on somewhat of a roll, losing 1+ pounds each week. While I was feeling quite good about my success and virtuous from the number on the scale, I was also waiting for the other shoe to drop.
 
Why? Because I wasn’t entirely sure how I was losing the weight.  I was taking my phentermine and had drastically reduced my portion sizes, but this was something that hadn’t made a damn bit of difference before. I was so busy with work and barely eating, I knew that wasn’t something I should or could keep up long-term. I was still eating crap for the most part, even soda…something I hadn’t touched in months.
 
I wasn’t counting points, I wasn’t eating for diabetes or PCOS, for nutrition, or for health or energy. I wasn’t getting activity in and my stress was at an all time high. It just didn’t seem right that this behavior was being rewarded with weight loss when my superhuman attempts had not been.
 
And so at Saturdays meeting, the other shoe finally dropped – with a thud. The Weight Watchers receptionist gently told me I was up “a little bit” and asked if I had expected it. I nodded yes in a fog and found my way to an empty seat to stay for the meeting. I snuck a peek at my tracker to find that a little  bit was 2.4 lbs. Holy crap.
 
I wasn’t truly expecting it. I was hoping the miracles from previous weeks had continued, but I wasn’t shocked. I was however, angry, frustrated, depressed, berating myself and ready to scrap the fun weekend Mike and I had planned for pity, party of one.
 
And all over the number on a scale. Am I worse person for it? Do my friends and family love me less for it? Is it some sort of fatal flaw, a testament to my lack of character? Is this so-called failure a sure sign that ill never amount to anything? The answer to all of these questions is no, my logical brain gets that. The not so logical part of me however is a judgmental bitch and says that all that is true. I’m working on shutting her up.
 
Why do we determine our self-worth with meaningless numbers? Why do we allow the scale to dictate how our day will go?

Acceptance Should Be a Four Letter Word

At what point does acceptance mean settling?

That’s a question I’ve struggled with for man years. People talk about accepting your body the way it is, accepting the things you cannot change, accepting your reality. It all sounds lovely, really, but I’ve never been able to wrap my mind around the concept. If I accept something, won’t it take away any motivation I had to change it since I’m now ok with it? On the flip side, why do I need to change it if I accept it? Maybe that means its fine and I should just move on with life, right?

In talking about acceptance the other day, someone said something that sparked a moment of clarity. ” It drives me crazy that people don’t realize that this is it, this is all we have. Today. Right now. This present moment”. We talked more about accepting your current reality, and how that is more of statement or recognition of the problem or situation than it is settling for less than.

I think about weight loss as an example, because that’s always an easy one for me and one that a lot of people can identify with, but it holds true in any area of life. Yes, I am overweight. I currently have health conditions like PCOS and diabetes that are impacted not only by my weight, but by the levels of activity I choose to get and by the foods I choose to eat. But right now, in this present moment, this body is all I have. It may not be the one I want, but I need to love it and accept it for what it is today.

I finally understand that it doesn’t mean that I stop trying to change it or that I accept being unhealthy. I finally get that I am accepting that this is my reality at this time. By doing so, I can also accept that I have the choice to take steps to make my reality more aligned with my desires. It’s funny, because the spark that connected everything really had nothing to do with acceptance, but with the fact that when we lose sight of our present, we lose sight of what’s real. Right now is what’s real, and it’s impossible even for me to not accept that.

“Life lived for tomorrow will always be just a day away from being recognized.” ~ Leo Buscaglia

Weekly Goals and FBG Life Class #5

It’s hard to believe that I’m coming down to the final week of my Fit Bottomed Girls Life class – five weeks have flown by! This week’s class was all about getting active, something that has always been a challenge for me. Once again, the universe has perfect timing, since after the “diet” disaster last week I had committed to stepping up my activity per the doc’s advice.

Here are my goals for this week – I’d love to hear some of yours in the comments below!

  1. Make an exercise plan/schedule for the week, and start to work on a long-term plan to increase activity.
  2. Values exercise – make a list of the things I do, and identify which are in alignment with my values and which are not.
  3. Continue to track food and exercise using my BodyMedia Fit.
  4. Stay super hydrated – it’s crazy hot out there.
  5. 15 minutes of me time daily.
  6. Try a recipe from my new cookbook – Eat What You Love by Marlene Koch.
  7. Get my butt to the grocery store!
  8. Choose one conference/seminar/workshop and sign up.
  9. Update my blog plan (exciting news to follow related to this one!)
  10. Go on a well deserved date night with the hubby.

I’ve always been a goal setter, and I just assumed it was something everyone did…I’ve learned lately that that’s not true at all! If you look at what all successful people have in common, you will see that goal setting is at the top of the list. If it’s not something you’re already doing, give it a try this week. Start small; baby steps count too!