First of all, I want to credit Charlotte over at The Great Fitness Experiment and Lara at Thinspired Blog for posting about this topic. It started a very interesting dialogue in their comments sections and got my my brain really burning grey matter ever since I read them. I realized that I had quite a bit to say about the topic, and decided to blog about it myself. Hmm, sit back, wait for others to have great ideas, then steal them. Good gig, this blogging.
Oh, and since this is such a wordy post, I'm going to include some totally random photos that have nothing to do with the "the last ten pounds". This should keep you sufficiently entertained and ensure that your eyes don't pop out of your skull from excessive amounts of reading.
Random Postcard Photo:
Banff Springs December 2009 (view from our hotel room- how awesome was that?)
Random picnic lunch photo in Banff while lunching on a snowshoeing adventure: I call this
"The Lavosh that Ate the Mountain":
"The Lavosh that Ate the Mountain":
My favorite part about this is the bloody (raspberry jam) fang- GRRRRrrrr!
LashCicles in Banff Springs
First of all, let me just start off by giving you the perspective of someone in need of losing more than 10 pounds. Having been 90 pounds heavier than I am today, I can tell you that when I would hear a non-obese person lament about being over their ideal weight, it made me want to strangle them. Truly, it was maddening. Could they not see that while they had their pathetic little 10 ir 20 vanity pounds to lose, that I was clinically obese? Could they not see how hurtful it was to mention their attempts to lose a few pounds when I had dozens upon dozens to lose? If they were unhappy with their bodies, can you even IMAGINE what they thought about MINE!? Ironically, we were both unhappy in our bodies, despite the obvious differences in size.
Random Silly Friend Photos:
These are my friends. Actually, they are my high school BFF's parents and I hang with them on purpose. For this, my BFF thinks I'm nutty.
They wear silly hats in the shape of hot dogs. Waiters try to keep a straight face while taking their orders but eventually they just break down and crack up.
Fast forward to a huge weight loss. Three years ago I finally got down to a size that I loved for the first time in my life. My thighs didn't rub when I walked and I could go into any shop and buy cute clothes. I finally felt comfortable in my own skin. I was able to maintain that amount of weight loss for over a year. Shockingly.
Random Garden Photos:
It's succulent playing "dress-up" as a rose, awww purrrrty
I have discussed this on the blog about 600 times, but in order to be at my "ideal" weight I had to work incredibly hard and be determined beyond reason. I counted every calorie. I ate more than my share of HJ salads (That's Hugh Jass for those newbies), egg whites and veggies. I also carried a chicken breast in my purse at all times. Oh yes I did. (They are located next to the canned/foil packaged tuna in the supermarket in case you are wondering). I also spent a LOT of time working out.
Ten pounds ago...I was slim. I was also carrying a ton of food in my diaper-bag-cum-cooler. Here I am downing a shake on my way into a restaurant for breakfast. I would eat at restaurants, but not enough to fill my belly. So I came home and immediately hit the fridge. My good friend, Ron (above) asked if I had a worm! :-)
Random Bad Kitty photos:
The last couple of years I realized that I couldn't live life that way any more. I loosened the reins a bit and tried to eat more "intuitively"...you know...how 'normal' people eat? I tossed the Purse Poultry and ditched my obsessive calorie counting, which was driving me bonkers. I also decided to leave the blender at home when I traveled. So guess what happened?
Random Wii Fit Photos:
Apparently, Derek and I are having a chat between sets
Oops, My eyeball seems to have fallen out of its socket - I hate when that happens. Derek seems to find it amusing.
I'd love to say that everything stayed just the same and that I didn't gain an ounce. But that did not happen. So now I am in that group of people who would just love to lose those last 10 pounds. Yes now I'm one of those people who are very, very annoying to larger people.
Random Babysitting Photos:
The irony of it is that I should be doing backflips with joy to be at a 90-pound weight loss. To paraphrase part of my comment to Charlotte on her post the other day: I've tasted (sorry) the sweet (sorry) nectar (sorry) of being at the 100-pound loss, and it rocked. Well, some of it rocked. The rest of it didn't: losing my period, jacking up my thyroid levels, being chronically cold, carrying my weight in food in a cooler all the time, being a BeeOtch to the hubs, and worrying my poor Mom who preferred me with a little meat on my bones.
Random Candy Porn Photos:
Just a small smattering of what Derek brings back from the UK each time he goes there. Let's just say we should own stock in Tesco's.
Spot the cell phone for size comparison. Oh, and by the way, do you think that Derek is fat? Uh, nope.
So now I get back to the title of the post: The Last Ten Pounds...Is it Worth it?
That, my friends is the question of the day. It's rhetorical in ways, and it's food (sorry!) for thought. I still do not have the answer. If I could magically be as slim as I was 3 years ago without the suffering, you know I'd be there like uh, yesterday. Sadly, I don't think that it will ever happen. Yet wanting to lose weight is still front and center on my mind. Always.
Random "Movie Club" photos: (you know, like a Book Club, but with movies instead?)
For my turn, I chose A Streetcar Named Desire
So onto the next best thing: balance? Split the difference? Be reasonable? Do the best I can? Maybe lose a few pounds. Maybe not. Accept myself as I am? Love myself even with saddlebags? Sorry to make you endure the spewage from my brain, but I figure that if it's running through my mind, it might be running through yours as well.
Random Fave Outdoor Workout Locales:
I have one theory on this subject that I will share (forgive me if a zillion other people before me already had this theory). Sometimes I think that it's just easier to spend your time and energy on things of lesser importance (obsessively counting calories, smaller jeans size, losing weight) rather than dealing with the unpleasant things that DO matter: horrific earthquakes, sickness, death, suffering etc. Just my little theory. Can I have an honorary PhD?
Random Coffee Porn Photo:
Do yourself a favor if this topic is of interest and check out Lara's and Charlotte's posts. And then come back and leave me a comment if you'd like. I'm all ears.
One day I felt compelled to leave myself an Operation Beautiful note.
Q: Obviously: The "Last Ten Pounds"...is it worth it to you? And if you are heavier than today's society's version of "ideal", do you want to smack me upside the head right now? If so, know that I "get it".