17 December 2012

zero dark one-twenty-five

If you've never suffered from any kind of food addiction or disordered eating, you have no earthly idea of what it's like. If you've never suffered from weight issues, you have no earthly idea of what it's like. If you've never measured in the morbidly obese category, you have no earthly idea of what it's like. And if you've never lost 100 or more pounds, I guaran-fucking-tee you have no earthly idea of what it's like. I mean, hello, I've lost an entire person. When I get to goal weight, I'm going to have lost half of me.

Friday afternoon/evening, I had the very, very fortunate pleasure of spending several hours at a coffee shop talking with a friend of a friend who understands my journey because he's on the exact same one. I cannot even begin to explain to you how refreshing it was to talk to someone -- really talk to someone -- who gets it. Who has been where I've been and is on the same path and has also accomplished the task of losing over 100 pounds.

One thing we talked about at length was the idea of The Number. And how the Number can become too big. I don't mean the number itself, I mean the shadow of the number. Without realizing it, I started living under the number's shadow. I started buying into the hype of being the woman who has gone from 311 to 189. I bought into the celebrity of having lost 120+ pounds. It made me comfortable. It made me complacent. It made me stop challenging my body. Challenging myself. Excuses became easier and easier because, hey, look at how much I've already accomplished.

I'm comfortable where I am. I'm below 200 (186 as of this morning) and am without a doubt in the best health and shape I've ever been in. Being comfortable at this weight in of itself isn't the problem. The problem is that I'm using that as an excuse, a defense mechanism to hold back. To not push and challenge and put myself into uncomfortable, but ultimately rewarding, positions. Because this is when things start to get scary. Start to get fucking terrifying. Because right now I am the smallest I have ever been in my adult life and having now lost 125 lbs, I only have a mere 25-35 pounds to go (still undecided on goal, but that's for another post).

25-35 pounds. That's it. Roughly 10% of my starting weight is all that is left to conquer. And that is downright petrifying.

 But it's not the fear of failure that makes it scary, that holds me back. It's the fear of success.


I've never been this small and I've definitely never been as small as I'll ultimately be and that's scary. It's the dark unknown. The brave new world. I don't know what that world is like, what it will be like.

What I'll be like.

When I confessed I was worried that this entire journey would change me, that is, alter the very fundamental existential me that I have always known, and he asked "So what if it does?", I didn't have a response. I just sat there, staring at him, speechless Because, really, so what if it does? Change doesn't have to be bad. Sometimes, the best things happen from change. Changing states. Changing careers. Changing yoga studios. Hell, changing my hair color eleven years ago will go down as one of the most important decisions I will ever make.

I like to say that one of the things that keeps me motivated on this journey is that I want to be the best woman that I can be. But how can I do that if I'm not willing to push myself the distance? How is holding myself back conducive to or in support of that end goal?

(Hint: It's not.)

It's kind of like running a race: prior to my August 5K, I had never experienced the notion that when you get near the finish line you find a second wind. Because for my first and second 5Ks, just participating was accomplishment enough and I wasn't necessarily concerned with time (as witnessed in embracing last place).

But during that third race, there I was, right near the end. I could see the clock, the finish line was in sight. So I dug down deep and sprinted towards the finish line. It didn't matter how the previous 2 3/4 miles had gone or how tired I was or the fact that I could give myself a golf clap just for showing up. Those last few yards defined that race.

That's where I am right now. After 23 months and 125 pounds, the finish line is once again in view and this is the moment -- the defining moment -- where I dig down deep and sprint home.

So today we reset. Today the counter reverts back to zero. I'm no longer going to look at The Number or the Big Picture. Instead, I'm zoning in on the last 25-35 pounds I have yet to go. Doesn't matter where I started. Or how far I've come. I might be tired. I might be comfortable. I might be okay exactly where I am at this moment in time.

None of that matters.

What does matter is that I set a goal. I set out on this journey with a specific destination and I'm not done yet. Nor am I going down without a fight.

Love from the ashes,
Lady Lazarus

8 comments:

  1. I have my big sister back. You have no idea what that feels like. I could not be more proud of the woman you ARE. And can't wait to see you reach your goal. DISNEYWORLD!!!

    Guess it is now time to kick myself into gear.

    Love you Jilly Bean.

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    1. Haha, I just put Aunt Nancy's Xmas check in my bank account under my Disney World fund :) (Fund is still small, but I figure you're also gonna need some extra post-wedding time to save, too!)

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  2. I think what you are doing is AWESOME!! Just wanted to send some information. I worked in a health food store and learned an incredible amount there. Not just from all the published information or the store owner (who is a naturopathic doctor), but from all of the customers, as well. With their stories and problems and successes. So, here is the big piece of info. Parasite cleansing can lead to easier weight loss. And, the weight loss will remain off, instead of having a tendency to stick and stick or come back. Look it up online. For the faint of heart, it is very hard to confront but WELL worth it!! Hope this helps!! Enjoyed reading your saga!! Keep up the GREAT work!! Dee Dee

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  3. I have lots to say about all of this but will reserve it for our skype date. :) All I have to say is my normal - YOU ARE A FREAKING ROCK STAR.

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  4. I love to hear about you pushing yourself even after you'ev accomplished enough that most other people would call it a day! It's kind of wacky and something I didn't think about that you have you choose your target weight. Most of us lazy Americans just decide to be whatever weight happens based on our regular diet and exercise regimen. I'm very curious to read your post on deciding what your goal is and how you make that decision. And I agree- life changes us. So if you become a different person after all this-- well, who's to say any other direction your life would have taken you in wouldn't have changed you? I agree with you that career changes, moving, weight loss-- all changes we choose can be for the better!

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    1. Haha, well, regular diet and exercise regime is part of it. Because getting to goal weight is only the first obstacle, then you have to maintain. So that's actually the biggest thing that keeps it in flux, finding a weight I'm comfortable at and can keep up with.

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  5. I came across your blog in a google search for something else nutrition-related, and I must say I'm already a fan! I have a similar story. I'm just over the 100 lb mark. It's crazy scary to be the "skinny" one! I have no clue how to be that person. It's certainly been an adjustment. I wish you the best on your journey! Sprint!

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    1. Congrats to you! I love finding other people in the "Hundy Club" :)

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