Posts Tagged ‘263 and counting’
I remember the first time I found Tara’s blog, 263 and counting. At the time, she was in week three of Couch to 5K. In the past year, I have watched Tara physically transform herself from an overweight woman into a smokin’ hot triathlete. I can’t even begin to say how honored I am to have Tara fill in for me while I’m away.
I carry around a small notepad with me wherever I go. It has several different functions: I use it to keep track of my calories and to write down ideas for future blog posts. Through out my day I will often hear things come out of people’s mouth and I immediately think “oh that’s going to make for a good blog post someday”
Today is one of those days. When Jeremy asked me to do a guest post for him while he’s off getting hitched (Congratulations!), I quickly perused my list and what did my little blogging mind come across?
The word “spouse” is loosely used for this particular post since not everyone reading this may be married. Think of it to mean as anyone in your life that you think needs to lose weight. We all have someone in our life that we wish would get on the same band wagon as us and make better choices with their food or move a little more. We start to get a taste for what it feels like to lose weight, take control and actually meet some goals and all we want is for the ones we love to get what we’re getting…
Nine months ago, my husband and I weighed a combined 600 pounds. Let me say that again: 600 POUNDS! I woke up one day in December and decided enough was enough for me. Not too much longer after losing my first 20 pounds I decided it was time for my husband to get on the band wagon…bad Tara bad. Why is that bad? He wasn’t ready and more often than not instead of making decisions based on what I needed I continued to make decisions based on what he wanted. I wanted to make better food choices. He wanted to eat out. Guess who won? I wanted to eat appropriate serving sizes. He wanted to go back for seconds and thirds. Guess who joined him on those helpings? I wanted to walk to the ice cream parlor for one scoop of pralines and cream. He wanted to go to food store and buy quarts of peppermint ice cream. Guess who drove?
I started to resent him. I started to blame him for my lack of determination. I blamed him for my inability to move more and eat less. I mean hello, we’re fat let’s get this party started and lose some damn weight. Then I realized something:
I was ready and I needed to stand up for myself and not let his decisions influence my decisions. I needed to understand that this was my journey and not our journey. I needed to let go of the resentment and move forward even if that meant leaving my husband sitting on the couch while I cried on the streets running the second week of the couch to 5k program (and all the subsequent weeks that followed).
I lost the weight I needed to lose. I learned the skills I needed to learn to make healthy choices. I relied on my own determination to keep going. I got thinner, faster, fitter and stronger. My husband continued to sit on the couch and make excuses…
Fast forward to today and as I write this post, my husband is on the Wii* sweating like a man on a mission. We no longer weigh a combined 600 pounds. We’ve lost a small sized woman (about 130 pounds) and his food choices are nothing like what they were 9 months ago. He’s determined to move more and eat less. He’s determined to make healthier choices and he’s determined to move forward on this journey…
When we stop forcing others to behave like us and focus on making ourselves the top priority something magical happens: We become role models. We show those around us that change is possible, that change is good and that goals can be achieved. When we stop blaming others for what they aren’t doing and take the responsibility for what we are doing, we are showing the one’s we love that we’re important enough to ourselves to take control no matter the situation…
* It took me over an hour to write this post and guess who is still on the Wii?
Gah, I’m so fricking fickle. That’s probably why only about three and a half people read my blog a week. But I’ve always said this is a blog for me, so my blogging schedule will probably always be ridiculously variable.
What did I say I was going to do? I said I was going to post my food and my weight daily.
I’ve already changed my mind. If I’m honest with myself, I skip over food entries in blogs unless they have cool pictures or an awesome recipe, and I like to read people’s weekly weigh-ins. So that’s what I’m going to do, starting tomorrow.
Today’s post was made because I have completed Week One of the Couch to 5K!
Oh, and what’s that note I have on my page today? Yeah, Tara at 263andcounting.com is completing her first triathlon this weekend. I was reading Tara’s blog when she was doing Couch to 5K. Tara, you rock, and I can’t wait ’til I’m there with you. (Except for the triathlon part. Totally run with you, but I suck at swimming and I suck harder at biking. I’d probably end up looking like this about twenty feet into the cycle portion.)
But back to C25K, seriously, you have NO idea how big of a deal this is for me. I am prouder of having finished Week One than I probably will be of completing my first 5K in (what I hope is) a few months.
Running outdoors (well, slogging (i.e. – slow jogging)) is the key for me. I can’t do it on a treadmill; I’ve tried and it causes joint pain. Outdoors, I’m with Tina (my fiancee) and Malcolm (my puppy) and I just concentrate on shifting my weight to the ball of my foot rather than my heel. I suspect I probably look a little goofy when I run (not that I would look not-goofy otherwise), but it’s completely eliminated joint pain for me. I can already feel my heart and lungs getting stronger.
I am SO excited to start running 5Ks and adding t-shirts to my closet. (The raising money for charity part is nice, too.) I want to have Jess make me a sign. I want to see what it feels like to run for thirty plus minutes without… well, dying.
I don’t know if I’ll stay on track and be done in seven more weeks, but we’re sure going to try. Any advice out there from you 5Kers?
Tomorrow is Friday, and in the past, Friday was my weigh-in day. I’m going to treat Sunday’s 337.9 as “last week’s” weight, and Friday’s will be my consistent day from here on out.