I have long been a fan of the reality show, The Biggest Loser. (Well, let's face it, I've been a sucker for reality TV in general since Real World first aired!) At first, I would watch Biggest Loser and feel so hopeful and glad for the contestants on the show.
I'm a big TV junkie, often munching while I watch, but I was careful to not eat junky snacks while the Biggest Loser. In the beginning. Then there was a season that the ladies group at church had a Biggest Loser contest as the show was airing. That season I lost 15 pounds because of the fellowship and support of that group and the fact that I gave up soda for Lent at the same time. But that was kinda all she wrote on weight loss.
After that initial 15 lbs loss, nothing. Granted, I don't work out and I wasn't really motivated to change my eating. I was a size 16-18, depending on the day of the month and I didn't really care much. Then there was kids, financial stress, job stress, family stress, depression, you name a type of stress, I was pretty much dealing with it. I gained the 15 lbs back plus more.
Then came the season that there was a contestant as big as me. One lovely lady weighed almost exactly the same as I did. I was devastated. How did I get to be "Biggest Loser size"? How did I get here, I asked myself as I sat there watching Biggest Loser and eating chocolate-covered popcorn... Oh, wait...
The new season's lineup of contestants has been announced. This time there are 5 ladies that are within 5-10 lbs of me or SMALLER! I'm bigger than THREE of the BIGGEST LOSERS!!!!!!
You all that have been reading know that I was already working on the weight issue at the behest of my doctors. Well, add this to the list of "kick in the pants" I've gotten lately. Doc told me this week that my latest round of bloodwork shows I'm anemic. I'm not eating right and I know it. I know what I need to do, so why can't I do it?
I still do not drink soda as a rule. Not even diet. I can't stand the taste, but mostly the aspartame freaks me out. I do not allow myself to eat from any restaurant with a drive-thru window. I'm trying not to eat processed crap. But it's not enough. I need more drastic changes. So next week, after I get paid and get to do a little grocery shopping, I am doing a cleanse. I'm a little nervous but it has been approved by my doctor. I heard from a friend that she knows someone that actually got rid of gall stones from doing the same cleanse. Although the things that are hurting my gallbladder are the same things that are making me large. It's the french fries, fried chicken, and buttery popcorn that make my gallbladder scream! I'm pretty sure that my belly is 75% forms of potato, 50% forms of fried chicken, 25% popcorn. Yes, I know that doesn't add up to 100%, but since I'm 60% bigger than ideal, I figure my math is still solid. After this cleanse, my friend Emily is putting me on a healthy diet and I know it's not gonna include fried food. I'm hoping that even when I'm off this diet, I won't really want this fried food anymore. I'm not gonna stop eating chicken, since it's my favorite form of dead animal. But it doesn't have to be fried. Grilled chuck is just as good. Just for the record, my favorite meat is some dead pig... bacon... sausage... country ham... But those are gonna be very limited too. I'm Irish, so I cannot survive without potatoes but I don't guess they have to be curly and fried!
So while I do not want to be as big as the Biggest Losers, I do want to lose like they do. I know it's not gonna be as fast as the Biggest Losers lose, because I can't quit my job and focus all my attention on my diet and exercise habits. But I do have high expectations of myself like they do. I do have similar motivators. I do have access to the knowledge of what I'm supposed to do. What I need is my Bob and my Jillian. I need someone to jump down my throat when I slack off like Jillian would. I need someone to give me a guilt trip when I don't eat right like Bob would. How do I get that without being on the show? I've had trainers in the Chattanooga area before and I've just not found my Bob or Jillian.
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