Just a little something to collect my thoughts. Just a little place to be real. Life is sweet. Life is hard. And life is everywhere in between. This is where i share pieces (sometimes very raw) of this journey that is my life . . .

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Fat kid problems . . .

#fatkidproblems
#doitanyway

January 1, 2014. Another New Years Resolution. The difference was that this resolution lasted. January 1, 2015 I was still working along. I hit my final goal weight for the year December 20th or so and was feeling proud. 65 pounds in a year is something to be proud of. Done the right way with hard work and eating right. The first time I have ever done it this way. People around me saying they are proud of me, how great I look and even that I am an inspiration. One girl that I met at Camp Gladiator even said I was pretty, another girl says I am photogenic. I loved it. I hated it. I didn’t know what to do with those kind of statements but I knew I was making progress towards a healthy weight and I was feeling better. The facebook and instagram posts proclaim the progress and effort. Initially for accountability for myself evidently they are now encouraging and inspiring others.

But what is not on instagram or facebook is the truth behind the past few weeks. I went on a cruise and had fun and was more relaxed with my diet and exercise and that is okay. But with hitting that goal weight I haven’t been back there this year. A month in and I have done nothing but gain weight. I know about muscle vs fat. I know the scale isn’t everything. But I feel my clothes fitting more appropriately when they have been ridiculously too big. I am discouraged. I want to give up with the understanding that I will always be the fat kid. I didn’t set out with a goal to be skinny or small I just wanted to be overweight versus morbidly obese. So here I am. I still run because I have a half marathon just a few weeks from here. I do Camp Gladiator because its what I know to do. I look online for answers and contemplate a doctors appointment because surely something is wrong. But the bottom line is I just want to sit here. I want to fall into a ball of melted frustration. I want to throw a temper tantrum like a child with a right to. I have done the hard work and my body betrays me. I have been given all of the answers and done all of the work for what. I have every right to quit and just hope to maintain this window of weight my body seems to like.

Today I didn’t run. I didn’t go to camp gladiator. I gave myself permission to be frustrated. But I didn’t quit. Tomorrow will be a new day. Maybe even this afternoon or evening. Maybe next week. I have come too far to quit now. I wish I knew the answer, I would do it. But since I don’t and in the meantime I will do my best to take care of me and let my body do the rest. I have to learn to trust my body and its processes. I have not been to nice to it over the years and it has been patient with me so now I must be patient with it. I will treat it well. I will fuel it properly with the food it needs. I will remember food it not the enemy and I will remember all that I am asking of it.

I have had a month of regression and absolute frustration. I am walking into February wanting to quit. Let it go. Give up. And I might for a little bit. But you have my permission; it is my request to kick me in the booty if I decide to nestle down in that place.

#fatkidproblems
#doitanyway

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