I have to flashback in time to really dark place two years ago. Sitting on the floor with my 4 month old son I thought to myself “Wow…elastic waist pants.” I had never been this overweight or out of shape and unhappy in my entire life. I was 38 years old, had two beautiful children and a wonderful fiancé that my ENTIRE life revolved around. Somewhere, I had lost who I was. I was no longer defined by my successes as a corporate paralegal but rather by the quantity of laundry I did and the number of diapers I changed. As I popped yet another pork rind in my mouth, I knew something had to give. I decided right then to redefine who I was.
After much reading and researching I realized I was allergic to carbs…well not really….but the kind of carbohydrates I was eating were making me fat. So my journey began…from this day forward, I would eat something only if it met the following criteria:
1. It had a face or had the potential to have had a face2. Was green and sprouted from the earth
It worked swimmingly for the first few months and the pounds melted faster than I could keep track of but then the unthinkable happened…TDY!!!
TDY is the acronym darling fiancés corporation uses to say “You employee, will go to this far off location and work for an unspecified period of time while your family sits at home waiting for every other weekend to arrive so they can spend 48 hours with you.”
I could adhere to my “plan” while he was away, but every other weekend, I would indulge in the potatoes, rice or pasta he so passionately loved. It was cyclical, but over a period of two years I’ve managed to lose about 100 pounds. My journey is far from complete and along the way I have made a few new friends…running and weights.
In my mind I am no longer defined by the number of loads of laundry I do, but rather how many races I run and their distance. I’m proud of the 40 year old I see in the mirror and inspired to forge onward!
Cheers~
H
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