I knew when I started this blog that it would be tough to lose weight. I hoped that writing a blog would provide me with some accountability. I know it still does, I just need to get back to it.
This past weekend, I tried out for The Biggest Loser TV show, in Nashville, TN. It was a great experience and I met lots of fabulous people. In short, it was inspiring.
Hearing other people's weight-gain stories, meeting previous Biggest Loser contestants and seeing how wonderful they looked, and just being around people in the same (sinking) boat as me was really eye opening. I have my own reasons for gaining weight. Bullied as a teenager for being underweight; My own insecurities; My father's family history of obesity; My penchant for naughty foods; My lack of motivation to exercise.
I haven't really had any tragedies that I've come through. I haven't been abused. I haven't been married to a raging alcoholic. I haven't had my family die unexpectedly. I'm a fortunate person. One of the lucky ones. I've faced adversity, and it's been okay.
Some of the people that I met had been through these harrowing experiences and were ready to start living again, losing weight for themselves. What the HELL excuse do I have not to?! I'm insane if I think it's okay just to plod along at this weight. A weight where I get out of breath THROWING my dog a ball. Where my back aches if I walk further than a mile. Where I can HEAR my knees cracking as I walk down the stairs... It's disgraceful.
So, ladies and gentlemen of blog land, I'm back on the treadmill of weight loss. It's going to be slow. It's going to be hard. But I promised myself I'm worth it, and I am going to DO IT!
I'm 316 lbs now... That's bad.