I realized today that I’m THAT person; you know the type—she talks about her weight. She complains about her weight. She jokes about her weight. She resolves to lose the excess weight. She doesn’t lose the weight. Ever. Okay, maybe a pound or two or five here and there but that’s it.
I remember in my thin days, when I was 21 and had recently shed about 50 pounds, I worked with a woman who was “that” woman.” She didn’t have much weight to lose, but she always claimed to be on a diet. And she always stayed the same weight. Even when she gulped down cabbage soup for ten days at a time, smelling up the office with the putrid fart-like smell, she’d still wind up going to the vending machines and grabbing a Snicker’s Bar afterward. I can’t blame her for the candy bar. The cabbage soup diet will lead people to do any number of insane things…and don’t get me started about the “side effects.”
Still, I’ve become her. I’ve become “that” woman. I’m a whiner with no action. And this has got to stop.
So I confess. I confess today and hope you’ll forgive my weakness. I hope you’ll bear with me as I get my bearings, figure out what needs to be done, and dive in for the final time.
I believe that the fights worth fighting are often the difficult ones. They are the ones that take the most effort, the most determination, and often, the most pain. Losing weight is NOT easy. Especially when you’ve got a family to care for and your other needs to attend to. But there comes a point when you have to throw down the gavel and shout, “No more!”
Today I am throwing down my gavel. Will you throw yours down with me?
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