So, I’m updating sooner than 3 months. Finally, right?
Dr. Long’s scale yesterday – 256.6 (-58.4)
My home scale yesterday – 254 (-61)
My wii game today – 251 (-64)
So much on my mind lately. I go in my head a lot and I’ll think of something and think, man, that’s a good blog topic. So, I started keeping a list of topics so I can jog my memory and come back and write about it.
Tonight’s topic is a major one for me as I inch closer to my first mini-goal. I went to see Dr. Long and Nurse Brian yesterday. I love these guys. They have given me my life back through the surgery. Brian reminds me every time I go there that I’m human and I’m allowed to EAT even though I’ve had surgery. He’ll ask me how I did this month and I’ll say, oh, I’ve had a bad day and he’ll laugh at me when I tell him my version of a bad day. He rolls his eyes and says give me a break. As long as it’s one day and not forever, everyone is allowed to have “those” days.
Why am I so critical of myself? I’ve always been my own worse critic. Goes back to that measuring thing that I am really trying to stop doing.
So tonight’s topic is: Owning my success and not being scared to succeed.
This is huge for me. I am now about 10-12 pounds away from hitting my lowest weight from when I was doing weight watchers (depends on the scale I’m on as to how many pounds.). I’ve set my 1st goal at 242.2. That’s the lowest I ever weighed during my weight watcher years. I had done so well and thought I had the food thing under control. I was so excited. I was fitting into sexy clothes and felt better than I had in a long time. I mean to lose 72.2 pounds is huge. That’s the equivalent of losing a 3rd grader. Go lift a 3rd grader (get permission first) and see how hard that is to carry around. I carried that with me every single day.
I think the biggest difference this time as opposed to the weight watcher years is that I’m quieter about it. I’m actually afraid to talk about my success too much because the last time I was obsessed with each little change in my appearance and body and all I talked about was points and weight loss. I got on everyone’s nerves. Friends and husband. I had become addicted to it. So this time, I celebrate a little more quietly and try to consider whom my audience is when I talk about it. The first time, I alienated my friends and family because I didn’t know how to handle success. Don’t get me wrong, however. If someone asks have I lost weight, I say yes. If they asked me how I did it, I’m honest and say surgery. If they want to know more, I tell them, but I wait for them to ask me. I also don’t try to push my ideas about food and weight loss on others. They know I’m here and what I’ve done and am doing. If they want help, or information, I’d be more than happy to talk about it. But I think I’ll wait to be asked this time around instead of volunteering the information. Not everyone cares what I have to say J
In our family, it was expected you did a job well because it was your job and that’s what you do. You don’t do it because you think you’ll get rewarded or pats on the back. So in our family, if you were successful, it wasn’t celebrated. We weren’t paid to get good grades, we were expected to do it or we got punished. We were paid an allowance for chores, but once we started earning our own money, we bought our own things. For example, if we wanted more than basic jeans or shoes, we paid for them. So, I’ve never been good at patting myself on the back or rewarding myself for a job well done. That was considered bragging and we didn’t do that.
So as I became successful in my weight loss, I also became scared. I remember my weight watcher leader saying to me and another woman that we both were so close to the 75 lb mark, that she had ordered our certificates. She knew we would reach that goal. Just knew it. Shortly thereafter, I hit my plateau and started the slide back down the hill I had just climbed. It was like I hit a mental block. Friends were sick of hearing it, husband was sick of hearing it. I’ve put the blame on a talk I had with Tony back then, when he told me our friends were complaining to him that all I ever talk about is my weight loss. But in hind site and in all honesty, I have to accept part of that blame. I did it to myself.
So, as I inch closer to my first mini goal, I’m scared. I’m afraid of hitting that mark and pushing past it. I’m safe where I am. And for those who know me well, safety is a huge thing for me. I’m trying not to focus on the past failures, but looking for the new successes. I’m trying to remain positive. Failure is really not an option for me since I have band. When I overeat, I hurt. And when I hurt, I hurt badly.
I do want to succeed this time. I want to be able to look back and remember where I came from and the journey I took to get to my goal. I’m fitting into clothes that I haven’t worn in years. I’m back into the weight watcher clothes that have been in my closet and under my bed waiting for me to rescue them. Some of them are even getting too big already which is the best feeling in the world.
If you have topic suggestions, feel free to email them to me.
More soon, I promise. The ride is just getting fun J