I remember when Oprah lost a ton of weight.
And then she gained a lot of it back.
I remember reading this quote from her.
In 1992 I reached my heaviest, 237 pounds. I was 38. Then, four years ago, I made it a goal to lose weight, and I appeared on the January 2005 cover (left) at a toned 160 pounds. I thought I was finished with the weight battle. I was done. I’d conquered it. I was so sure, I was even cocky…
I can relate.
Because I fell off the wagon.
The last time I posted pictures of myself was on September 16.
I was 6 weeks from the NYC marathon.
I was sure I had things under control.
I had a handle on things.
I was a changed woman.
On November 4, I finished the marathon.
After that, I continued to work out, but not at the I’m-training-for-a-marathon level.
Unfortunately, I kept eating like I was still training for a marathon.
So where many people pack on the pounds in the weeks between the holidays,
I packed them on before the holidays.
10 of them, to be exact.
I’ve been having an internal debate with myself.
Should I come clean?
Do I fess up?
Or do I just not tell anyone?
If I admit that I gained some weight, then will I lose all credibility?
What will happen to my ecourses?
Will people still join?
Should I wait until January 1st?
Start over in the New Year?
But that’s not what I tell other people to do.
So, I’m coming clean.
I’m practicing what I preach, and I’m putting it out there.
And this time, I’m putting it ALL out there.
Even the number on the scale.
Now, to me, it’s not about the actual number.
I have more muscle in my body than I’ve ever had, even in college when I was swimming.
I’m more concerned with how I feel, and how my clothes feel.
But that number serves as a baseline.
I know that the number I want to be at is around 137 pounds.
That’s not unreasonable. That’s 15 pounds heavier than I was when I got married.
So here is the number I’m at now…
I could beat myself up.
I could look at this as a failure.
But it’s not.
It’s a setback.
And I could wait until the New Year.
But I don’t want to.
Because on January 1st, I don’t want to be looking back with regret, asking myself why I didn’t start getting myself back on track earlier.
So here goes.
Here I was on September 16th.
And here I am today.
You can see where the weight goes first.
Straight to my stomach.
Am I a little bummed?
A little disappointed?
But I’m human.
And rather than throwing in the towel and saying fuck it,
I opted to kick it up a notch.
I could have wallowed in self pity this morning.
I could have bashed myself repeatedly.
But I didn’t.
You know what I did instead?
I did something I’ve never done before.
I did something big.
A Half Iron Triathlon.
On June 22nd, I’ll be swimming 1.2 miles, biking 56 miles, and running 13.1 miles.
Go big or go home.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a wagon to get back on.
Help me stay Number 1!
I’ll keep writing, you keep voting!
All you need to do is click on the banner above to register a vote for me!
You can vote one time every 24 hours from your computer and cell phone! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! I really appreciate your support!
Check out and “like” the not-your-average-mom.com facebook page!
Follow me on Twitter @mom_not_average