Being fat creeps up on you. Contrary to popular belief we don’t wake up one day overweight and out of shape. It is a gradual process: sweet by sweet, second helping by second helping, and sedentary day by sedentary day.
I’d been seeing the warning signs for a while… the stack of clothes I’d resolved to one day fit into grew larger and larger while the stack of clothes that I actually fit into dwindled down to pathetic portions. The silhouette of myself in my son’s nightlight that surely couldn’t be me because I didn’t even recognize it. The family hike where my father, 20 years my senior, leaves me in the dust WHILE pushing a jogging stroller containing 2 toddlers. For a while I’ve been seeing these things and while they vaguely registered in the back of my mind that things weren’t right, I was still in denial. Kind of like how hoarders turn a blind eye to their problems, I couldn’t really see mine.
Before I was pregnant, I weighed in around 135 lbs, smoked cigarettes, didn’t exercise and enjoyed life. I indulged in whatever food sounded appetizing and didn’t give a second thought to health consequences. As soon as I found out I was pregnant I quit everything: cigarettes, coffee, and the whole shebang. I tried to start walking but soon began retaining water and it became impossible to even stand on my feet for any length of time. As the nicotine cravings set in I started packing on the pounds, blaming it all on baby cravings. I’m sure some of it was, but definitely not all of it. I swelled up like Violet Beauregarde (minus the blue) and gained over 45 lbs. while being pregnant. But I didn’t give birth to a 40 pound baby…
There have been little comments about my weight gain and general all around health since then. I always fell back on the excuse of, “Hey, I just had a baby!” It was working until some smart aleck pipes up, “Yeah, almost 2 years ago!”
I’d toyed with the ideas of losing a little weight, doing small things here and there. Nothing concrete, nothing I could stick with and nothing that worked. And so things just kept getting worse.
The Wakeup Call:
It happened one night when I was looking in my closet and came across an extremely cute black pencil skirt I used to wear to work in pre-baby time. I went to try it on and came to a sinking realization that I could not even get the skirt up to my waist, my legs were too large. What happened? This used to look so good on me!
Not long afterwards I was downstairs, having drug the Wii Fit board out from hiding, and was standing in front of the TV, waiting for things to boot up. I created my character, put in my height, birthday, and pressed start. The fit test was first. I am proud to say my balance is only .3% from being perfect and my “Wii Age” is actually a year younger than I am. Feeling pretty good, we continued on to the body test. In its high pitched voice the Wii alleged it was, “Thinking… Thinking… Thinking…” Then the screen popped up with my BMI and the Wii proudly proclaimed for the whole household to hear, “That’s obese!”
I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. I know my jaw dropped and my mind’s initial reaction was, “Screw You Wii Fit!”
Then it began to sink in. I knew I was overweight but things were that bad? All the warning signs I’d been ignoring, all the clothes that didn’t fit, all the cookies I’d eat in one sitting… I had neglected myself into obesity. And I had to do something about it. Besides my own health to think about I also had to think about my little monster… what was he going to learn from Mommy growing up? That it’s okay to eat whatever you want and sit on your butt all day? I don’t want him to become a negative statistic and I wasn’t too happy that I already was one.
It was time for change.
(Not so temporary) Insanity:
I began looking for things that I could do to change. Change the diet obviously, that was going to be a gradual learning process, but I also need something to burn calories. Chasing the little monster does it, but not at the level I needed. My mind and body demanded that I make this change. I’m never going to be a swimsuit model but I wanted my energy back, I wanted my confidence back and I wanted my clothes back!
Mr. Neurotic, my fiance, had mentioned months ago that he kept seeing the Insanity Workout infomercial but couldn’t really justify spending that kind of money for something that he possibly would or would not keep with. I had a friend who had done P90X and had great success with it. Only downside was it required equipment, whereas Insanity used your own body as a weight. Together we decided to split the cost of the program and do it together, thus keeping each other motivated and encouraged. He warned me multiple times it wouldn’t be easy, it was going to be hell. Did I really want to do this? We were probably going to puke. I insisted I didn’t care; I was ready!
The order has been placed and as of right now we wait for it to arrive. The hope is that this helps me get started, get motivated and get myself down to a manageable weight. I want to be a happier, healthier person and this is step one of the journey.