I received the below e-mail in reply to the post I made Wednesday:
Thank you for writing today’s entry. I have a pit in my heart and tears in my eyes. Your words, popped the obvious, ballon of hope, I’ve been carrying around with me for years. My life is centered around my family. Yet my mind is consumed by emotions, thoughts and paranoia of what others think and how I feel being an obese person.
I just don’t know how to give myself permission to try and actually succeed. I failed too many times and hate the fact I always end up self destructing. I am my own worst enemy. How did you start? And what kept you motivated? Any advice?
The answers to those questions are too big to be kept in an e-mail. So, I replied to Kelly (not her real name) and told her to check the blog Thursday.
So, Kelly (still not her real name), here you go:
I hope it didn’t come off as harsh, but just like I said in the post I don’t want to be another cheerleader on the sideline that never talks about the harm of being obese. My message wasn’t for someone a few pounds overweight, but those 50 or so pounds or more overweight. These are smiling people going along with their lives every single day. They want to change, but they ignore the urge most of the time and go about their business.
I don’t want to hark or be negative, but just bring awareness.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a Jehovah’s Witness and I’m not going to show up at your door with a brochure and beg you to start losing weight every other month. I just want you to know that your life is nothing like it could be. I don’t care how much money you have in the bank or your stature in this world, if you’re carrying an extra 50 pounds with you every single minute of every single day you are not living life to the fullest.
Close your eyes. Imagine picking up 50 pounds of bricks and carrying them with you as you go about your daily routine. It’d be excruciatingly painful to do for more than a few minutes, wouldn’t it? Imagine lugging that extra weight in and out of your car, while you take a shower, shop for groceries, sit at the computer, etc.
It’s what you’re doing every day. The bricks just stacked up slowly.
How did you start?
One random morning. There was no magic starting point. I said to myself that I was going to try to stop eating so much and join a gym. That’s what I did. I started counting calories and obviously ate less food, but still food I considered to be “normal” like pizza, burgers, steak, etc. Over time as I lost weight I started reading about nutrition and realized the benefits of eating more foods that most consider to be “healthy.”
You can learn more about nutrition and certain foods as you go along. With that said, I highly recommend not being overly restrictive from day one because it leads to constant (unnecessary) cravings. Cravings will destroy you. The first step forward is to just start counting and burning calories on a regular basis.
What kept you motivated?
Being afraid to fail and let everyone else down. I told everyone that I was determined to lose weight once and for all. I posted pictures of myself online shirtless, along with my weight, and said “Here I am, world. I’m going to kick your ass this time around.”
Get excited. Don’t feel sad or sorry about your current situation, but be happy knowing that you know how to lose weight this time around. Go to the mall this weekend and buy some new workout clothes, start watching what you eat, and get moving.