Below is an article I wrote several years back that I feel is perfect to share at this time of the year.
Change The World: One Pound at a Time
by Karen Hanrahan
‘Tis the season for eating!!!
I can hear my indulging commentary to myself
oh why fight it, its the holiday season – its ALL about the food! I’ll be REALLY goodAFTER the holidays.
(in holiday forked tongue what that really means is weeks and weeks of being really really bad)
I’ll binge now and worry about it later
(sort of like I’ll shove it in faster than I ever did before because come January I am going on a diet!! )
Once upon a time I was a whopping size huge.
At size hefty I thought how could ANY weight loss really make a difference? OH gee – I lost 10 lbs – Only 100 plus lbs to go! Now what?
One brownie became 3 brownies simply because what difference did it really make?
In the bigger (ha!) picture of things I was already BIG.
How did I get to be so darn BIG?
Well some of it was circumstances revolving around pain from car accidents. Some of it was chosen sedentary-ness
(I thought if I didn’t move then it wouldn’t hurt)
and mostly I had given in to total and pathetic apathy
(losing weight is just too darn hard.)
I gave up.
For those of us who have been of size, there are details to being fat that are never discussed. Those of thinness take for granted the horrors we of girth endure.
In my minds eye, meaning without ever looking in the mirror, I was skinny. My true self was thin.
(or the person I could seemingly relate to)
I would walk down the street, observe the reflection in the glass and completely ignore who I actually saw.
(What I don’t acknowledge won’t hurt me.)
I didn’t sit neatly in a chair. Those of thinness kindly observe that when you sit in a chair, volumes of you does not roll over the side of the chair. Yet for those of us big people – well, I affectionately called that sitting in the round.
After a large weight loss, I got on a plane and buckled my seat belt without even thinking. Wait a minute – I was sitting in the middle seat, something I could NEVER do as a woman of size. I burst into tears when I realized that my thighs were not invading someone’s personal space. Nothing worse than sharing thunder thighs with a stranger.
(I then had to explain to two complete strangers why the heck I was crying.)
Ever go in the Woman’s Plus Department? See anything hip you’d care to wear? See any natural fabrics? Can you say S-T-R-E-T-C-H, synthetic land? Can you see that the #one color choice is black? I called it death by spandex. Can you imagine the feeling of black synthetic stretchy fabric on a balmy humid summer afternoon? Thunder thighs wrapped in plastic. Lovely huh?
When fat, I once had to walk through a crowd. A young man in front of me, a thinyoung man pushed his way through the crowd shouting WIDE LOAD coming through WIDE LOAD. I thought I would simply die. Bad enough that that young person was so disrespectful.
Do fat people have someone to talk to about these things?
How bad does it have to get to shift from hefty to healthy?
How horrible did it have to be?
I got scared. I also got embarrassed. I looked in the mirror. I faced my skepticism. I took on some AMAZING weight loss products that helped the weight and inch loss process, but mostly I allowed myself room to be REALLY real.
I asked myself what monster had I created?
Five things made a difference for me …and still do.
- water the only beverage of choice
- snacks in this order; protein, vegetables, fruit, carbs
- movement – like get up and just walk – forget the gym membership save that for later when you’ll actually go
- immediate success – seeing some weight come off for me was truly inspirational
- habits – notice them – boy, I didn’t even know the bad habits I had created. Do something about them.
These five things are certainly not rocket science. They are definitely not something that everyone doesn’t already know.
Back then I had two immediate goals. Get below 200 lbs and get out of the plus department.
Officially I am so out of the plus department!
I’ve kept the weight off!!
Years later I continue to lose.
Do we hear weight success stories all the time?
Well — this one is mine and I am damn proud of it.
Perhaps you see a bit of yourself in my story.
More than anything perhaps you can find a bit of inspiration to give yourself that kick in the size ah-hem pants and get on the path to health.
Best yet, imagine if we all took on weight loss, or better yet eating for health!! We’d alter a frightening epidemic health issue.
We’d Change The World One Pound At A Time!