It’s nice to be finally getting back on track. With being in Myrtle Beach two weeks ago and dealing with my parent’s health issues last week, this week is seeing a return to a more comfortable pace and routine for me. I try to be flexible whenever necessary but there is something to be said for the comfort of routine.
With starting to see Lisa as my personal trainer, I have a whole new level of accountability. She works with me twice a week doing similar workouts to the one I wrote about in last week’s blog. When I’m not training with her, I have homework from her. She wants to make sure I’m walking at least a mile a day.
After each walk, I send her screenshots of my efforts. I prefer to use Google Fit but there are plenty of other apps out there that you can choose from. This keeps a good record of where I am exercise wise and gives her more of an idea of what I can accomplish and what direction she will take with my exercises.
Now, between the months that I have been working with Shannon at Revolutionary Wellness and now working with Lisa at Fusion Rehab and Wellness, I was able to accomplish something on Sunday that I never thought I’d do.
After spending around two hours getting my yard into shape, I was able to do a one plus mile walk when I was finished and still be able to keep up my current average pace of about fifteen minutes per mile. I’m thirty-five pounds lighter than I was last year and I don’t get completely worn out after doing the yard. It’s weird to put the mower away and still have that kind of energy.
People who have known me for awhile can see the change as well. I was in our Lee’s Hill clinic the other day and saw our former tech now soon to be PTA Micbeth. She noted my weight loss and also commented that when I went to get down on the floor to assemble a new desk chair that I didn’t seem to be struggling with the weight anymore.
She was right. My body has made a lot of improvements since I started this journey in November. There is one thing that I am still working on, and that is the acceptance of the changes and accomplishments I’ve made. As I scroll through social media, I find a lot of posts and photos of people showing off their post-wight-loss bodies and posting themselves doing workouts. You can tell how proud they are of the changes they have made. I’ve even put out some positive weight loss posts, however, there is one thing I still have problems with. Accepting compliments.
As the weather has gotten warmer, I’ve been wearing less layers and people have really started to notice the difference. I find that when I go into more clinics and I see more people who haven’t seen me for awhile they always compliment me on how good I look. You would think that I would just drink up and enjoy the adulation, but that just isn’t my thing.
Don’t get me wrong. I am proud of the changes that I have made. I just feel uncomfortable with the compliments. I see it this way. My being fat was not healthy. To get healthy, I had to lose weight. So, following a logical train of thought, when I was presented with the opportunity, I took it. It feels strange to get praise for doing something that I should have had to do anyway. Like if people were to say, “Great job on that shower” or “Congratulations on eating breakfast”.
Now, losing weight is no easy task. People who are trying to better themselves deserve recognition. If someone has sat down, looked at themselves in the mirror and said “Damn, I’m really fat. I need to change this for the sake of my health and my family and friends”, they deserve the praise. They have decided to better themselves and acted on it. Good for them.
The praise is just something that I feel uncomfortable with. Maybe it comes from quitting drinking. I was not a good, healthy human when I was drinking. When people hear how long I’ve been sober, it’s kind of the same thing. They give me a compliment on overcoming my drinking. I appreciate where they are coming from but at the same time, to me, it’s like “Congratulations on not being an a$$hole”.
So, I am still working on learning how to accept the compliments.
Another thing that I’ve noticed about myself is how I don’t have the same patience I once had for people who make excuses on why they can’t take care of themselves. Now, I’m not talking about people who need assistance because of injuries or medical conditions. I’m talking about people that wake up every morning and make a conscious decision to continue living their lives in unhealthy situations.
No one forced the drink into my hand or the bag of little chocolate frosted doughnuts into my mouth. Those were choices I made. The consequences were mine to own. I always had the option to quit. I just had to get it into my mind that that was what I was going to do. The help was out there. All I had to do was ask.
I know there is a lot more to it than that. There is a whole mental health aspect to it as well. People will bring up past issues that have been traumatic that led them to their current situation. We all go through different things in life. It isn’t always fair and sometimes we’re dealt a bad hand, but it’s how we choose to deal with those different things that makes us who we are.
So, as I get down from my soap box, I’ll leave you with this quote from The Shawshank Redemption, “I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying”.
Have a great week everyone.
Written by: Craig Repanshek