Our spinning class is held at the back right hand corner of the gym. I pick a bike, set the seat and handle bars to my height and tighten the hinges etc. I put on my gel seat, unpack my water and hand towel (to wipe up the sweat from my eyeballs), and I get on and start peddling to warm up. I had a FABULOUS class until...a fellow spinner told me I had a hole in my pants!!!
I wondered how on earth she knew I had a 'hole' because she was facing me throughout the class...not behind me! She told me that the instructor for the next class(setting up behind me in the gym) rushed up to tell her about my 'hole' at the end of the class. Apparently the girl who noticed my 'hole' asked my spinning colleague... "how well do you know that girl(me)?... she has a hole in her pants!" This INSANE question is the inspiration for my blog today!!!Let me explain to you why the 'hole' spotter's question is totally INAPPROPRIATE!
I have been embarrassed many times in my life and I will be many more...no big deal in my world really...it makes for great stories!! I've found 'holes' that could have been pretty embarrassing...like the size of a loonies in the thigh of my exercise leggings ...or even a little crotch 'peek-a-boo" before. That, I can cope with!OK....now brace yourselves everyone...my entire ass was showing!! I am not exaggerating!!! My entire ass was out of the black leggings I had on. I will also add that I do not wear undies because you can see them through skin tight leggings...so my big white shiny ass was protruding out of a 'hole' as big as your head! I cannot explain to you why I did not feel a rip or a breeze...I didn't feel any differing in temperature from the back door region at all! This is probably because my ass goes numb from the pain of that small bike seat being rammed into my ass fat!
So, imagine this. I am on a spinning bike, bent over the handle bars with my ass up in the air peddling like a son of a gun! My big shiny white ass is pointed out towards the rest of the gym. There are about 20 some ladies getting set up for a step aerobics class. When the class is over, I bend over and touch my toes and stretch out my calves. The first thing that enters the 'hole' spotter's mind is ..." who am I going to tell about this ladies 'hole'?" HELLO DUMB ASS!!!!!!!!! HOW ABOUT TELLING ME? Did I miss a day in etiquette class when I was young? Since when do you have to know somebody really well to tell them there is a 'hole' in their pants the size of New York and their shiny bare ass is hanging out? All she had to say is "excuse me but there is a hole in your pants". You would think out of the 20 ladies getting ready for the next class who were staring at my bare 'hole'...would have done or said something to me! To add insult to injury...the gym doors are glass so the general public in the gym can saunter by and have a bamboozle at my special 'hole' too!
Thank God I had an extra sweater to wrap around my ass...so I could back out of the gym to the safety of my car! When I got home I said to my hubby "look what happened to me tonight!!". He got me to bend over and I guess he had quite the view....like way more interesting than the full moon...he got an eye-full of the universe!
PLEASE... if you see more than you think someone is planning for you to see...take a chance and tell a stranger that their bare ass is sticking through a crater in their pants!!! I guarantee you...if someone would have approached me to inform me about the 'hole'...the last thing I would have thought was "I didn't even know that person!"
Friday, November 28, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Knowing is Half the Battle
Twenty five years ago I was profoundly affected by an Oprah show....and I am still haunted by it to this day. The audience was divided into two separate groups. The people with blue eyes were given a bright green collar to wear and given the worst seats in the room. The brown eyed people were treated to fresh donuts while the blue eyed people watched. When the blue eyed people asked where their donuts were they were sharply told to sit down and shut up! A lady named Jane Elliott came out onto the stage and began to explain how studies have overwhelmingly proven that blue eyed people are inferior to brown eyed people. She continued to say that blue eyed people were arrogant, demanding, had a misplaced sense of entitlement and had lower IQ's. Now, being a blue eyed person I was screaming and yelling at the television! I was outraged!!!One lady called in and explained that FINALLY there was some proof to explain why her blue eyed child was so difficult to deal with...and her brown eyed child was a pleasure. The blue-eyed people in the audience were outraged! Every time the blue-eyed people tried to protest they were told to sit down and shut up. The brown-eyed audience members took turns standing up and discussing their 'problems' with blue-eyed people. I literally LOST my mind!!!
Jane Elliott's "Blue Eyes/Brown Eyes" was an experiment to expose the effects of social conditioning. She made one group superior and the other inferior. Predictably, she showed that if a group of people is maliciously held back and made to feel like there are worth less than another group, eventually the allegedly inferior group will act the part of actually becoming inferior. The superior group found common ground quickly and joined forces to keep the inferior group...inferior....thus maintaining superiority. This social conditioning, sadly, is wired into our brains...as fight or flight...or survivial of the fittest...the meek shall inherit the earth...whatever. BUT... as GI JOE used to say... "knowing is half the battle".
This week, a friend sent me an article about the supreme court's ruling to allow obese people 2 seats for the price of one when flying. I was thrilled with the court's sensitive recognition of such a need. I was not so thrilled with the insensitive comments that followed! I was devastated! The very first comment was about how unfair and ridiculous it is to cater to 'those gluttons who do not know when to put their forks down". Then, a Frankenstein-esque frenzied mob of negative comments followed..."the obese are a disgusting bunch of lazy slobs whose very presence leaves a scar on mankind!!!!" Other comments included that the obese are ugly, stinky, greasy, obnoxious...you get the picture. I went on to read the same article posted in different forums all over the Internet and all of them had similar postings. One moron actually suggested that everyone should eat as much as they can so they can have an entire row to themselves in an airplane. Now there's a lifetime goal!! I was absolutely heart broken and I felt totally helpless. This behavior is right in front of your face everyday. The fat person in the movies is always a dufus, clown, idiot, fall guy....background music...wallflower.Talk shows have done the 'fat suit' experiment time and time again with the same results...The fat person gets shoved in the back of the restaurant. Well 'boo-hoo'...the model chick still gets to take the fat suit off when the cameras get turned off. Nowadays, it is politically incorrect to be derogatory to anyone for anything EXCEPT the FAT. Let's just publically acknowledge the big-ass bulls eye on the fat people....it has always been there anyway. Everybody laughs...nobody gets hurt...right? I am ashamed to be human today.
“Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.”-Thomas Edison
Jane Elliott's "Blue Eyes/Brown Eyes" was an experiment to expose the effects of social conditioning. She made one group superior and the other inferior. Predictably, she showed that if a group of people is maliciously held back and made to feel like there are worth less than another group, eventually the allegedly inferior group will act the part of actually becoming inferior. The superior group found common ground quickly and joined forces to keep the inferior group...inferior....thus maintaining superiority. This social conditioning, sadly, is wired into our brains...as fight or flight...or survivial of the fittest...the meek shall inherit the earth...whatever. BUT... as GI JOE used to say... "knowing is half the battle".
This week, a friend sent me an article about the supreme court's ruling to allow obese people 2 seats for the price of one when flying. I was thrilled with the court's sensitive recognition of such a need. I was not so thrilled with the insensitive comments that followed! I was devastated! The very first comment was about how unfair and ridiculous it is to cater to 'those gluttons who do not know when to put their forks down". Then, a Frankenstein-esque frenzied mob of negative comments followed..."the obese are a disgusting bunch of lazy slobs whose very presence leaves a scar on mankind!!!!" Other comments included that the obese are ugly, stinky, greasy, obnoxious...you get the picture. I went on to read the same article posted in different forums all over the Internet and all of them had similar postings. One moron actually suggested that everyone should eat as much as they can so they can have an entire row to themselves in an airplane. Now there's a lifetime goal!! I was absolutely heart broken and I felt totally helpless. This behavior is right in front of your face everyday. The fat person in the movies is always a dufus, clown, idiot, fall guy....background music...wallflower.Talk shows have done the 'fat suit' experiment time and time again with the same results...The fat person gets shoved in the back of the restaurant. Well 'boo-hoo'...the model chick still gets to take the fat suit off when the cameras get turned off. Nowadays, it is politically incorrect to be derogatory to anyone for anything EXCEPT the FAT. Let's just publically acknowledge the big-ass bulls eye on the fat people....it has always been there anyway. Everybody laughs...nobody gets hurt...right? I am ashamed to be human today.
“Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages.”-Thomas Edison
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thong...th..th...th... thong!
Years ago I went on a cruise. There was a gaggle of really BIG black girls who lit up the entire boat with their smiles and fits of laughter. Just being near them made me smile! To add to the allure, these ladies wore two piece dresses, bikinis, and very teeny weeny THONGS! Yes, as the song goes...thong...th...th...th.thongs! I must admit, it wasn't a pretty sight... BUT I was intrigued by their confidence and obvious nonchalant issues with body image. Out of curiosity I took a peek at the topless deck one day and there was a HUGE black woman with breasts bigger than basketballs tanning topless with a thong and happy as a pig in shit. They simply loved life and savored each other's company. It was obvious they did not spend hours worrying abut the number on the scales or the size of their clothes. I must admit by the end of the week I wished I was one of those black girls.
I just got home from Cuba. I was amazed once again to see women in thong...th...th...th...thongs... who should NOT be. One large girl was wearing a string bikini that was reminscant of those tightly tied rump roasts. She didn't have a care in the world. But where did the line betwen beautiful confidence and vulgarity go? I began asking myself if I was the only one who thought such feats were extraordinary acts of courage? or insanity? I mean really...did I HAVE to be an involuntary voyeur to this woman's over-sized and unshaved 'courage'? Like a traffic accident I had to keep on looking...I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder and i am going to have to deal with it.
"Reality is always controlled by the people who are most insane."
Friday, November 7, 2008
Tip Toe Through the Treetops
Last Sunday I went to TreeGo. TreeGo is an extremely challenging series of acrobatic obstacles up high in the trees. Since they opened last year, I not only wanted to go and do it...I felt compelled to do it. To start, you are oriented to the harness and equipment. There is no worry of falling. It is impossible. My fear was not actually falling...my fear was falling and then attempting to get back up. You need a tremendous amount of upper arm strength to do this. Thank goodness I had no idea what I was in for!!
To look at the pictures posted on Face book by others, everyone is smiling and laughing and appear to be having the time of their lives. That is bullshit! Or...the pictures were taken very early on in their journey. If there was video footage of my journey...you would have been exposed to a grown woman trembling and pissing her pants in fear!
So, like skiing, the trails are marked according to difficulty. You 'graduate' from the easiest to the hardest. At first, I was smiling and giggling like a school girl. So was my husband... but he'd kill me if he knew I told the world about it! LOL! I was expecting a few ladder climbs and zip lines. This was not the case. There was a series of high wires, rickety old ladders, logs and hung by chains and swaying this way and that. This swing scared the BEJESUS out of me. As a control freak, it was even more challenging to just step on a swing and be zipped across a wire to the next post about 40 feet above the ground! This picture may look like I am laughing...but I am screaming my lungs out!
The best and WORST moments of this day occurred at the exact same times throughout the course. I encountered 2 ladders and a reverse zip line that made me feel like I was going to die! I found myself at 'almost' the top of a ladder with not one ounce of arm or hand strength to carry on. I couldn't step down and I couldn't get up. I screamed ' please Jesus help me!!!!!!' in absolute hysteria panic and terror. I was in a place in my head that was VERY dark. Can you imagine...seconds before dying (perceived dying) that the last thought you would ever think would be " you big ass fat COW! This wouldn't be happening if you weren't such a big-fat-pack-a-day-smoking-f#$%^&'n-COW!" This is sadly...exactly what I was thinking. I was so mad at myself for even thinking at 258 pounds that I could do this. I was enraged that I allowed myself to get this fat and unhealthy. I was really devastated that I keep on thinking that I will really stick to my diet TOMORROW! Well, in my terror...tomorrow wasn't coming. I finally had to face the reality that if I was hanging on for my life on the edge of a cliff...I would have to let go and die. Period. BUT, I did not QUIT!
I am constantly reminded by people that I am an adventurous woman. My mother said I should have been the boy in our family because I have BIG BALLS. I love change, I love challenge. I have had the privilege of being in the military and doing the military obstacle courses, tear gas huts, being called "RAMBETTE" shooting sub machine guns on the firing range, cooking for 'green-colored' sailors out on rough seas, firefighting, sinking ship SIMS, and so much more! I have seen and done many wild things in the short course of my life. I will sign up to do just about anything! I didn't really have a clue that some of the things I do are viewed as such a big deal ...until the e mails came flooding in from people who adamantly refuse to do such a thing!
At TreeGo, I could have screamed for help. I could have had the firefighters come and rescue me like a kitten in the trees. I could have stopped on a perch in the trees and cried. Looking back, in my sheer terror moments, quitting never crossed my mind. Not once. The only way to go was forward. Every time I got to the top of the next ladder, next perch, next challenge... I did not hesitate to keep going. In retrospect, this really surprised me about myself. I was thrilled and elated that I completed this self-induced tortuous challenge! Now, if only I could get a grip on this weight thing!
"Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't, you're right."- Henry Ford
Lynn
;)
Friday, October 31, 2008
"Weight Watchers can KISS MY ASS!"
Ten years ago I went on my first trip south. Instead of being excited like most 'normal' people... I spent months grieving about my size before-hand. I couldn't believe that I agreed to go to the Dominican Republic with a super-fragalistic-brick-house-skinny-chick and her husband. I was sick to my stomach about how fabulous she looked in her tanned skinned gold lamay bikini body. I obsessed how HUGE I was going to look beside her on the beach. All this grief for months before we even got on the plane!
Well, when I am upset I try to offset the pain that I am feeling with humour. I had heard that 'topless' was perfectly acceptable on the beaches of the Dominican Republic. So, the first morning on the beach I joked about showing off my bodacious ta-tas much to my horrified husband's chagrin. As soon as we hit the beach edge, I lifted my top to quickly flash the masses and out of the blue...on a beach full of thousands of people... we heard “OMG! Lynn & Mike are here!!!" I almost puked and died of embarrassment! What are the chances of randomly flashing my boobs on a beach full of thousands of strangers AND meeting up with a group of friends from our local watering hole CHEERS? One of the barflies at CHEERS is still asking me to flash them a decade later!
Anyways, back to the grieving now. The four of us settled on the beach for the day and the Dominican men started smiling widely and ogling. In my head I was cursing "great, it is starting already" (the attention to the beauty queen). As I went to get myself a fruity drink to 'hush' the ridiculous negative self talk going on in my head, something totally unexpected happened! The Dominican ooglers followed me to the bar. They asked me my name, put flowers in my hair and had HUGE smiles on their faces. Then a crowd of Dominican men started forming around me! The attention just did not make sense. I asked them "Why is everybody gathering here? Do I look like somebody famous?" One of them piped up "NO, you are just so very beautiful!" I was like "WTF???"As the week progressed, my husband became very nervous and he would not let me go anywhere unaccompanied because I literally had an entourage of admirers everywhere I went. It was thrilling!
A couple of years later, we went to CUBA. Again, I grieved about being so big and going with 2 other couples who were comprised of skinny and perfect chicks! On the very first night, the smiling Cuban men started staring and smiling, pointing, waving and following me! My husband got nervous again!Everyday, the workers gave me flowers for my hair, grasshoppers made from palm leaves, and any other tropical plant treats they could think of. One of our waiters gave me a cross necklace! I even got marriage proposals! Now, you have to remember there were 2 skinny girls and 5 other men everywhere we went. The Cubans did not acknowledge them. I felt like a virgin at a prison rodeo!!It became a fun 'theme' for the week...the sex kitten goes to Cuba! It was on that trip that I claimed "Weight Watchers can KISS MY ASS!"
I wish I could say that I really meant that statement. BUT, I must live in North America (at least for now), and I am unhealthy with my blood sugars and weight and smoking. I am going to Cuba again next week...and I can barely wait!!! No grieving this time...I will not disappoint my Cuban fans! I will have to work twice as hard to burn off all those fruity drinks I will be ingesting! BUT...it is a price I am willing to pay!
Lynn
;)
Well, when I am upset I try to offset the pain that I am feeling with humour. I had heard that 'topless' was perfectly acceptable on the beaches of the Dominican Republic. So, the first morning on the beach I joked about showing off my bodacious ta-tas much to my horrified husband's chagrin. As soon as we hit the beach edge, I lifted my top to quickly flash the masses and out of the blue...on a beach full of thousands of people... we heard “OMG! Lynn & Mike are here!!!" I almost puked and died of embarrassment! What are the chances of randomly flashing my boobs on a beach full of thousands of strangers AND meeting up with a group of friends from our local watering hole CHEERS? One of the barflies at CHEERS is still asking me to flash them a decade later!
Anyways, back to the grieving now. The four of us settled on the beach for the day and the Dominican men started smiling widely and ogling. In my head I was cursing "great, it is starting already" (the attention to the beauty queen). As I went to get myself a fruity drink to 'hush' the ridiculous negative self talk going on in my head, something totally unexpected happened! The Dominican ooglers followed me to the bar. They asked me my name, put flowers in my hair and had HUGE smiles on their faces. Then a crowd of Dominican men started forming around me! The attention just did not make sense. I asked them "Why is everybody gathering here? Do I look like somebody famous?" One of them piped up "NO, you are just so very beautiful!" I was like "WTF???"As the week progressed, my husband became very nervous and he would not let me go anywhere unaccompanied because I literally had an entourage of admirers everywhere I went. It was thrilling!
A couple of years later, we went to CUBA. Again, I grieved about being so big and going with 2 other couples who were comprised of skinny and perfect chicks! On the very first night, the smiling Cuban men started staring and smiling, pointing, waving and following me! My husband got nervous again!Everyday, the workers gave me flowers for my hair, grasshoppers made from palm leaves, and any other tropical plant treats they could think of. One of our waiters gave me a cross necklace! I even got marriage proposals! Now, you have to remember there were 2 skinny girls and 5 other men everywhere we went. The Cubans did not acknowledge them. I felt like a virgin at a prison rodeo!!It became a fun 'theme' for the week...the sex kitten goes to Cuba! It was on that trip that I claimed "Weight Watchers can KISS MY ASS!"
I wish I could say that I really meant that statement. BUT, I must live in North America (at least for now), and I am unhealthy with my blood sugars and weight and smoking. I am going to Cuba again next week...and I can barely wait!!! No grieving this time...I will not disappoint my Cuban fans! I will have to work twice as hard to burn off all those fruity drinks I will be ingesting! BUT...it is a price I am willing to pay!
Lynn
;)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Lynn's Pity Party
Weight 258 Body Fat 44.3% Weight loss 0 BF loss 0!
*CAUTION- THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS WHINING*
I am frustrated! I am angry that I have to work twice as hard to lose 1 pound. I am angry that everybody else can eat what they want and I can't. I am angry that I have been working very hard to lose weight and it is not working. I have been working out one hour a day religiously for a month with no weight loss results on the scales! Today, I am just "feeling sorry for myself"... having a pity party and nobody is invited!!
Did you ever notice if you break up with somebody or have some sort of turmoil in your life that every single song on the radio was written for you? If you are suddenly single you see happy couples strolling hand in hand blissfully ignorant of your feelings? Well, I've had a similar experiences with my fist fight with fat and television. I will never forget the day Oprah pulled out that big ass wagon full of 70 pounds of yellow fat onto the stage! I was traumatized to discover that 70 pounds of fat was so big and horrifically ugly. I was also distressed that another chick from the fat club 'bit the dust'. I was young and not mature enough to be happy for Oprah at the time. I was jealous and I lashed out in rage! I know that I was not the only one who said " it's easy for Oprah...she's rich and has personal trainers and chefs". I even held my own private protest and stopped watching her show for a while. I held on to this poor attitude for a couple of years.
This diet failed for Oprah. It was some sort of 'magic potion or pill'... so as soon as she started eating real food she ballooned right back up to the fat chick I knew and loved. But something changed in her this time. Her heartbreak was evident on her face all the time. The pain and humiliation of showing it off and then getting fatter than before...quickly and on national TV...was too much to bear. I began to feel her pain. Oprah's hair got bigger, her make up louder to compensate and take attention away from the weight. But, instead it only drew more attention to it. For some reason, the bigger women get....the bigger the outfits, the make up, and the hair get. I realized at that moment that Oprah was human.
I started to really love Oprah again when she began to open up and share her pain about her personal struggles with weight with us. She had shows just about losing weight and getting healthy and she included the audience. She made it possible for regular-folk to share their pain and struggles. Her shows were not only about how to lose weight, they also featured accessible ideas and plans that were relevant to us common-folk. Oprah let us know that we are not alone out there...we all struggle, beat the hell out of ourselves, and cry in changing rooms all over the world.
Yesterday, I watched 'Made', a television series on Much Music that gives teenagers the chance to be partnered with a coach and accomplish a goal over their summer break. Some kids have become BMX racers, surfers, skateboarders, models, and so on. Yesterday a fat and inactive kid who was 275 pounds and about 5'2 wanted to be a triathlete. This 17 year old boy had never exercised and he was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes and hypothyroid. When he started the show I said "this poor kid doesn't have a chance". Well...low and behold...he managed to lose 40 pounds in 3 months and he completed a mini triathlon. Near the end, during the last mile of the run...he quit. He said he 'hit a wall' and couldn't do it. I lost it!! Just like a "run Forrest run!!!" moment, I stood up in my living room and cried out "you HAVE to do it god damn it!!! I NEED you to do this for me!!! Get moving!". Thank goodness he did get a second wind and completed the race. He was bawling in disbelief as he crossed that finish line... I was hysterically crying and thanking God that he did it! I NEEDED him to do it!
I also watched the Biggest Loser last night. I never dreamt that I would KILL to have this title!!!I used to despise this show as well. My attitude was "oh goody gum drops...the fat people lottery". If you were lucky enough to be taken away and locked up in a specialized fat farm, you could lose weight. I resented these people who had 8 hours a day to work out with a personal trainer, with world class equipment and no chance to cheat with a specialty diet. But, last night my attitude changed for the better, again. These people are wearing 2 piece skin tight spandex outfits on national TV that squeeze their fat out over the sides like a sausage. Their weight is displayed on national television and loudly announced. Last night, despite 8 hour work outs and special diets for a week... they only lost 1-2 pounds each. They had expected a huge loss but the scales did not move. I was devastated for them and cried like a fool along with them. BUT, I did find comfort in their pain... it made me realize that I am not alone in this perpetual struggle.
Please forgive my pity party...I am having a tough time and I am bummed out today. I have been advised by my dietitian and swim coach that I am going to have to do "two-a-days" in order to boost my metabolism and achieve weight loss. What does this mean? It means I must lift weights an hour in the morning, and exercise for an hour in the evening...everyday in order to lose weight. How is this fair? I do not eat anything that is white... only multigrain and whole wheat breads, pastas and rice in my life. I only eat healthy foods with oodles of vegetables and fruit. I do not drink pop and I get sick if I eat fast food, chips or garbage. I only drink water and tons of it. I keep a food diary. I exercise daily. I am doing a tri fit swim which is 100 laps an hour every Monday, spinning 3 times a week, aquarunning, walking 10-15km every week end and 5km of rowing! I am sleeping regularly. I am doing everything that I am supposed to be doing! I do have more energy, I feel better and I know I will get somewhere if I keep it up. I do realize that all of my work is not in vain... but it is still SUCKING TO BE ME right now!!! I know that I just have to "suck it up...buttercup." Reality bites...so I have to just deal with it.
Lynn
;(
*CAUTION- THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS WHINING*
I am frustrated! I am angry that I have to work twice as hard to lose 1 pound. I am angry that everybody else can eat what they want and I can't. I am angry that I have been working very hard to lose weight and it is not working. I have been working out one hour a day religiously for a month with no weight loss results on the scales! Today, I am just "feeling sorry for myself"... having a pity party and nobody is invited!!
Did you ever notice if you break up with somebody or have some sort of turmoil in your life that every single song on the radio was written for you? If you are suddenly single you see happy couples strolling hand in hand blissfully ignorant of your feelings? Well, I've had a similar experiences with my fist fight with fat and television. I will never forget the day Oprah pulled out that big ass wagon full of 70 pounds of yellow fat onto the stage! I was traumatized to discover that 70 pounds of fat was so big and horrifically ugly. I was also distressed that another chick from the fat club 'bit the dust'. I was young and not mature enough to be happy for Oprah at the time. I was jealous and I lashed out in rage! I know that I was not the only one who said " it's easy for Oprah...she's rich and has personal trainers and chefs". I even held my own private protest and stopped watching her show for a while. I held on to this poor attitude for a couple of years.
This diet failed for Oprah. It was some sort of 'magic potion or pill'... so as soon as she started eating real food she ballooned right back up to the fat chick I knew and loved. But something changed in her this time. Her heartbreak was evident on her face all the time. The pain and humiliation of showing it off and then getting fatter than before...quickly and on national TV...was too much to bear. I began to feel her pain. Oprah's hair got bigger, her make up louder to compensate and take attention away from the weight. But, instead it only drew more attention to it. For some reason, the bigger women get....the bigger the outfits, the make up, and the hair get. I realized at that moment that Oprah was human.
I started to really love Oprah again when she began to open up and share her pain about her personal struggles with weight with us. She had shows just about losing weight and getting healthy and she included the audience. She made it possible for regular-folk to share their pain and struggles. Her shows were not only about how to lose weight, they also featured accessible ideas and plans that were relevant to us common-folk. Oprah let us know that we are not alone out there...we all struggle, beat the hell out of ourselves, and cry in changing rooms all over the world.
Yesterday, I watched 'Made', a television series on Much Music that gives teenagers the chance to be partnered with a coach and accomplish a goal over their summer break. Some kids have become BMX racers, surfers, skateboarders, models, and so on. Yesterday a fat and inactive kid who was 275 pounds and about 5'2 wanted to be a triathlete. This 17 year old boy had never exercised and he was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes and hypothyroid. When he started the show I said "this poor kid doesn't have a chance". Well...low and behold...he managed to lose 40 pounds in 3 months and he completed a mini triathlon. Near the end, during the last mile of the run...he quit. He said he 'hit a wall' and couldn't do it. I lost it!! Just like a "run Forrest run!!!" moment, I stood up in my living room and cried out "you HAVE to do it god damn it!!! I NEED you to do this for me!!! Get moving!". Thank goodness he did get a second wind and completed the race. He was bawling in disbelief as he crossed that finish line... I was hysterically crying and thanking God that he did it! I NEEDED him to do it!
I also watched the Biggest Loser last night. I never dreamt that I would KILL to have this title!!!I used to despise this show as well. My attitude was "oh goody gum drops...the fat people lottery". If you were lucky enough to be taken away and locked up in a specialized fat farm, you could lose weight. I resented these people who had 8 hours a day to work out with a personal trainer, with world class equipment and no chance to cheat with a specialty diet. But, last night my attitude changed for the better, again. These people are wearing 2 piece skin tight spandex outfits on national TV that squeeze their fat out over the sides like a sausage. Their weight is displayed on national television and loudly announced. Last night, despite 8 hour work outs and special diets for a week... they only lost 1-2 pounds each. They had expected a huge loss but the scales did not move. I was devastated for them and cried like a fool along with them. BUT, I did find comfort in their pain... it made me realize that I am not alone in this perpetual struggle.
Please forgive my pity party...I am having a tough time and I am bummed out today. I have been advised by my dietitian and swim coach that I am going to have to do "two-a-days" in order to boost my metabolism and achieve weight loss. What does this mean? It means I must lift weights an hour in the morning, and exercise for an hour in the evening...everyday in order to lose weight. How is this fair? I do not eat anything that is white... only multigrain and whole wheat breads, pastas and rice in my life. I only eat healthy foods with oodles of vegetables and fruit. I do not drink pop and I get sick if I eat fast food, chips or garbage. I only drink water and tons of it. I keep a food diary. I exercise daily. I am doing a tri fit swim which is 100 laps an hour every Monday, spinning 3 times a week, aquarunning, walking 10-15km every week end and 5km of rowing! I am sleeping regularly. I am doing everything that I am supposed to be doing! I do have more energy, I feel better and I know I will get somewhere if I keep it up. I do realize that all of my work is not in vain... but it is still SUCKING TO BE ME right now!!! I know that I just have to "suck it up...buttercup." Reality bites...so I have to just deal with it.
Lynn
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Friday, October 17, 2008
The PMS Dwarfs
Weight 258 pounds Body Fat 44.3% Pounds lost 1 Body fat loss 0.3%
OMG! I cannot believe I lost a pound! This does not make one ounce of sense! I have no business losing a pound this week!
This week I have been hauling around my little demons...the PMS dwarfs. If you are man or woman you know who they are! BITCHY, BLOATY, CRAMPY, WHINY, CRAVEY, SLEEPY, and KILLER!!! Typically the dwarfs weigh an extra couple of pounds...BLOATY alone is 2 pounds of water! Then, CRAVEY made me eat a barrel of M & M's, and any other chocolate substance I could get my hands on! CRAVEY was totally out of control and this just made SLEEPY and WHINY behave much worse than usual. WHINY didn't want to go to the gym at all, so he and SLEEPY conspired and put me to bed for an involuntary nap a couple times. I have no choice but to tip-toe around KILLER! KILLER is totally unpredictable and he can be harmful to any one's health if they say the wrong thing...or even blink in the wrong direction. So needles to say...when we all stepped onto the scales I was prepared for the worse! I looked at the dietitian in disbelief! I admitted my infidelities to her... I even told her about the barrel of M&M's, the double thick and gooey Caramilk bar, the coke and chips, fudge and crumbs from the couch! I am not kidding...I was a walking, talking, napping bottomless pit!
Do you know what saved me? The exercise! I am very pleased with this 'new' behavior I have adopted. Everyday I plan my schedule around exercise. I swim, spin, aqua-run, walk, row and anything else I can think of... I am always moving. Despite the 'turtle-esque' pace of the weight loss, I have noticed that my clothes fit better and I do have more energy... once the dwarfs get lost! I would kill for an ooey gooey chocolate bucket of TURTLES right now!!! I better get back to the gym!
Lynn
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OMG! I cannot believe I lost a pound! This does not make one ounce of sense! I have no business losing a pound this week!
This week I have been hauling around my little demons...the PMS dwarfs. If you are man or woman you know who they are! BITCHY, BLOATY, CRAMPY, WHINY, CRAVEY, SLEEPY, and KILLER!!! Typically the dwarfs weigh an extra couple of pounds...BLOATY alone is 2 pounds of water! Then, CRAVEY made me eat a barrel of M & M's, and any other chocolate substance I could get my hands on! CRAVEY was totally out of control and this just made SLEEPY and WHINY behave much worse than usual. WHINY didn't want to go to the gym at all, so he and SLEEPY conspired and put me to bed for an involuntary nap a couple times. I have no choice but to tip-toe around KILLER! KILLER is totally unpredictable and he can be harmful to any one's health if they say the wrong thing...or even blink in the wrong direction. So needles to say...when we all stepped onto the scales I was prepared for the worse! I looked at the dietitian in disbelief! I admitted my infidelities to her... I even told her about the barrel of M&M's, the double thick and gooey Caramilk bar, the coke and chips, fudge and crumbs from the couch! I am not kidding...I was a walking, talking, napping bottomless pit!
Do you know what saved me? The exercise! I am very pleased with this 'new' behavior I have adopted. Everyday I plan my schedule around exercise. I swim, spin, aqua-run, walk, row and anything else I can think of... I am always moving. Despite the 'turtle-esque' pace of the weight loss, I have noticed that my clothes fit better and I do have more energy... once the dwarfs get lost! I would kill for an ooey gooey chocolate bucket of TURTLES right now!!! I better get back to the gym!
Lynn
;)
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