Everything I've Gained
Last night as part of my Wellness Coaching assignment, I completed a “Well-Being Assessment.” The assessment addressed the importance, readiness, and confidence in each of the following categories:
Sleep and Stress Management
I was pleased with my answers to most of the questions. I seem to have a solid grasp on most areas in my life. I was particularly pleased with the “Weight” category. It asked you to record: Current weight, 1 year, 2 years, 5 years, and 10 years. As I wrote the decreasing numbers on each line I relished how much hard work and dedication I have put into losing weight and maintaining my weight loss. The weight loss directly correlates to me feeling better about myself, gives me a brighter prospective, and enhances my overall livelihood. I’m so very happy that I made the decision to confront my weight. Taking the assessment helped me put into prospective all that I’ve really achieved by losing the weight and taking a holistic approach to my health. I’ve said this many times before, “It’s not what I’ve lost, but everything I’ve gained.”
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures...
Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!