Someone left a sincere comment recently asking why I was beating myself up to be skinny when it seems I am in pretty good shape (you know, apart from the whole obesity part.) It’s true. Though I have struggled with food for years, I have also exercised regularly for years, and my heart loves me for it. My blood pressure, blood sugar, cholesterol, heart rate, etc. is all excellent at this point, and I’d like to keep it that way.
I know that losing weight will prevent many health issues in the future, but there are so many reasons beyond the numbers on my doctor’s chart, that I want to reach a healthy weight. I could write a list of all of the ways my life has already improved exponentially, but this post isn’t about that. Instead, I’m going to list as many reasons as I can think of today (in no particular order) in the hopes that the reasons will help me stay motivated on days that I’m not feeling it.
…so I can wear high heels without worrying about twisting my ankles, falling, breaking the heel or my feet hurting after 5 minutes.
…so I can ride roller coasters when I go to Disney World later this year.
…so I can board an airplane without worrying that someone is going to think I’m too fat to fly.
…so I can run at a good pace without stopping for miles.
…so I can feel pretty. (I know there are some who would call me pretty now, and I sincerely thank you for that. Right now I’m referring to society, and the more appropriate statement might is “so I can feel normal.”)
…so I can wear a pencil skirt without Spanx.
…so I never again have to worry about being too heavy for a plastic folding chair at a party.
…so I can buy clothes at stores even though they don’t sell plus-sizes.
…so I can do jumping jacks that no longer have to be modified.
…so I can believe it when a man tells me that he thinks I’m sexy.
…so I can walk by small children without having to explain why I’m bigger than other people.
…so I can say, “Sure! Let’s go!” when a friend asks me to go running down St. Charles with her, instead of first reminding her that she runs faster than I do. (This happened last week, and she’s content to run my pace which is awesome. I love her for that.)
…so I can fit more comfortably in the desks while I’m in school. (I would not have come close to fitting into them before, and I love that I can now. It’s just so tight, and I’d like to know what it’s like to fit in them as intended before I’m done.)
…so I’m no longer the heaviest person in (almost) every room – including my Weight Watchers meeting.
…so I can try roller skating again. (I loved it as a kid, but I’m afraid to try it now because I’d like to avoid injuries which are higher at this weight than a normal weight.)
…so I can focus more on making healthy choices than feeling like I have to obsess over the scale. (Please don’t tell me not to worry about the numbers on the scale. When you have 250 pounds to lose from start to finish, you have to face the numbers.)
…so I can walk into a meeting with a potential employer or client without feeling like I am being judged based on my size.
…so I can post an “after picture” on my photos page (and all over my blog. Who am I kidding? ha)
…so I can prove to myself and everyone else who has ever doubted me, that I’m strong enough to do it.
…so I can look my niece in the eyes someday, tell her that she can do anything she wants to do and have proof to show her.
…so I can set a positive example for the people watching me as I claw my way through this battle that exists within myself.
…so I can do a cartwheel.
…so I can ride 100 miles on my bike in one day if I want to.
…so I am not the slowest person when I’m bar hopping or walking through the park or shopping with friends.
…so it doesn’t matter to me if I sit next to a stranger at a Broadway show, a basketball game or anywhere else.
…so I can spend the afternoon an a paddle boat like I often did as a kid.
…so I can wear tights all day.
…so I can buy a cream colored, wool pea coat, then sit in it while it’s buttoned.
…so I can jump out of a plane. (I don’t particularly want to do this, but I’d like to know that I can if I’m ever feeling brave enough.)
…so I can swim with dolphins even if it requires a wet suit.
…so I can run on the beach.
…so I can seriously compete in at least one race.
…so I can tell others who are facing a similar battle that they can do it too.
…so I can do some things personally that I’m not comfortable sharing online.
The fact is that there are so many reasons to do this that I couldn’t begin to list them all. I’m happier, stronger and more flexible than I ever could have imagined before, and I want to know what shedding the rest of this weight will feel like. I’m quite sure that I can’t imagine what that will be like either so I’m going to start acting like a success. I’m going to start telling myself that I am healthy and capable until I make it an undeniable truth again.
Why do you want to get fit? How has your life changed? How do you believe it will?