Chapter 2: Episode 1
I am by no means a health guru. Anybody looking at me can tell that I haven't really taken my health seriously in a long time. From the rolls of fat on my body to my incredibly split ends and fairly sallow skin as well as the way I sort of waddle when I walk, you can tell that I am in poor health.
Since the last time this journal was active, I have been in poorer health. I am on blood pressure medication, pain medication and my total lack of exercise in the last year or so has made my weight go up in excess of 340 pounds. This is not a healthy way to live.
Some little bell rang in my head last night. Maybe it was a long talk my husband and I had, sitting on the couch, surrounded by our three cats that woke up me up. Maybe I was the way my back hurts, even when I'm just sitting still. Maybe it was my recent study of recent philosophy and religion. I am not actually sure, but I finally decided last night that something has to be Fixed because I look around and I don't see any little old ladies who weigh 340 pounds. And I would really like to be a little old lady who chases my husband around, trying to tickle him and joke about how awesome our old folks home is and how much I like the tapioca pudding.
So, this little voice woke up. It is a mean little voice, and sounds a bit like a cross between a sarcastic version of me and Bette Middler. It tells me that I'm fat. It tells me that if I don't lose the weight, I may as well just hire a truck to move my fat body to the hospital. It whispers to me that I will be so embarrassed when I can't even walk around the Asparagus festival next week because I can barely walk 300 feet. And, it says in it's snarky tone, I can just forget about Las Vegas and having time with the other teachers away from my school learning about how to make my school a better place for my students. If I don't get in shape and learn to walk a mile (A MILE) without sitting, then I may as well forget about all of those things, because I'll never be able to do it.
The thing about this snarky little voice is not that it's totally mean or anything... Or not completely mean. It also whispers to me, “You know you can do this because you've done it before." Not more than a year ago.. March 2015, I started a campaign to walk more. I started to use Zombies Run. I was using My Fitness Pal and Argus. I was able to move. I could even walk a 5k. I had to sit down a few times, but I would walk a 5k every Saturday while My Awesome Musician slept peacefully in our comfy bed with our one cat. Now we have three cats and an even comfier bed , and I don't move. But, the voice tells me, "You Can."
And I guess that is the point of me coming back to this blog. I can. I can do the exercise. I can lose the 60 or so pounds I've gained. I can even, someday soon, be the weight that is on my driver's license. I just need motivation and the belief that I can.
So, I return to this blog to record my triumphs, my failures, my weaknesses and those little things that help me along the way. I'm going to use recipes, I'm going to use philosophy, I'm going to use meditation, but I am going to. I have to. Because I can.
