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Recently I've been doing a lot of traveling for work (yes, work has kept me from posting due to my crazy 60-70 hr/week work schedule). Once again I found myself squeezing into airplane seat after airplane seat. And every time it's sssuuuucccckkkk in the gut to buckle the seat belt. And when someone sits next to me, as is so common these days on cramped flights, I suck it in even more to make sure I'm not encroaching on my seat mate's personal space. Then as I walk through airport terminals and catch sight of myself in the shiny plate-glass windows, I notice I'm all slouchy and fat and suck my gut in an attempt to shed a few virtual pounds to those around me. I had a recent client meeting which required me to wear my little (well OK, "big") black suit. All I can say is thank God I over pack when I travel, cause I slipped on my fancy slacks to find that no amount of sucking in my gut would make them comfortably fit. Ugh. I had to opt for a miss-matched pair of comfy black slacks (yay for stretch fabrics) to go with my black blazer. All this sucking it in really... well... sucks! For once I'd like to be comfortable with my tummy as is with no suckage required.
And the sucking doesn't stop there. OK that sounded perverse... Get your mind out of the gutter! It's much more than the physical sucking in of my gut, it's also mental. When heading out to my last client meeting, surveying my look in the hotel mirror, and sighing yet again about how fat I looked, I just had to tell myself, "Yup, you're fat, deal with it, suck it up." I find that when physically sucking it in fails to satisfy my need to "look" thinner, eventually I admit defeat and suck it up to gain enough confidence to face my day. I hate that I'm settling for the body I have and have to "deal" with it. As I've said many times in the past, I'm not looking to be skinny, just comfortable in my own skin. I don't want to settle for the big body I have, I don't want to have to keeping sucking it up to deal with my emotions. Don't get me wrong, I don't just suck it up in the sense that I'm burying my emotions or anything. I hate it, it sucks. But you have to go about your life, and on those days you feel bad about the way you look, life is still moves forward, and sometimes you have to put those feelings of self-doubt aside. I applaud myself for the fact that in the past, sucking it up used to mean saying, "Whoa is me, now where are the brownies?" Now, I still say, "Whoa is me..." But now I think about how the hell I'm going to fix this? (sans brownies) I at least recognize the fact that a pan of brownies will only make my situation worse.
So what am I doing about it? Hmm... let me think... I know this one... Oh yeah... not a lot! OK I know that is totally the wrong answer, but it's the truth. I'm not doing a lot right now. I've gotten a decent handle on my diet: forgoing massive quantities of sweet, eating whole grains, *trying* to eat more fruits and veggies (hey at least I'm trying), and listening to when my body feels full. Doing this, I've maintained my weight loss for over 2 years. But I'm seriously lacking in the exercise department, which is the ONLY way I'll start losing weight again. The fiance and I got memberships to a local gym. That was a big step for me. Problem is... That's the closest step I've made to the gym! It's been 3 months and we have yet to go for a workout. I know, I'm bad! I am so exercise-a-phobic. I just hate it. All that hard work and sweating, bah! Can I just sit on the couch? Of course I know the answer to that question. Sure, I can keep on sitting as long as I'm fine with settling for my big bootie, because apparently it's impossible to suck in your butt!
Apparently the only way I can fix this is to suck it up... suck up my fear of exercise and get moving! Because no amount of sucking it in will ever make me lose another 100 pounds!
And the sucking doesn't stop there. OK that sounded perverse... Get your mind out of the gutter! It's much more than the physical sucking in of my gut, it's also mental. When heading out to my last client meeting, surveying my look in the hotel mirror, and sighing yet again about how fat I looked, I just had to tell myself, "Yup, you're fat, deal with it, suck it up." I find that when physically sucking it in fails to satisfy my need to "look" thinner, eventually I admit defeat and suck it up to gain enough confidence to face my day. I hate that I'm settling for the body I have and have to "deal" with it. As I've said many times in the past, I'm not looking to be skinny, just comfortable in my own skin. I don't want to settle for the big body I have, I don't want to have to keeping sucking it up to deal with my emotions. Don't get me wrong, I don't just suck it up in the sense that I'm burying my emotions or anything. I hate it, it sucks. But you have to go about your life, and on those days you feel bad about the way you look, life is still moves forward, and sometimes you have to put those feelings of self-doubt aside. I applaud myself for the fact that in the past, sucking it up used to mean saying, "Whoa is me, now where are the brownies?" Now, I still say, "Whoa is me..." But now I think about how the hell I'm going to fix this? (sans brownies) I at least recognize the fact that a pan of brownies will only make my situation worse.
So what am I doing about it? Hmm... let me think... I know this one... Oh yeah... not a lot! OK I know that is totally the wrong answer, but it's the truth. I'm not doing a lot right now. I've gotten a decent handle on my diet: forgoing massive quantities of sweet, eating whole grains, *trying* to eat more fruits and veggies (hey at least I'm trying), and listening to when my body feels full. Doing this, I've maintained my weight loss for over 2 years. But I'm seriously lacking in the exercise department, which is the ONLY way I'll start losing weight again. The fiance and I got memberships to a local gym. That was a big step for me. Problem is... That's the closest step I've made to the gym! It's been 3 months and we have yet to go for a workout. I know, I'm bad! I am so exercise-a-phobic. I just hate it. All that hard work and sweating, bah! Can I just sit on the couch? Of course I know the answer to that question. Sure, I can keep on sitting as long as I'm fine with settling for my big bootie, because apparently it's impossible to suck in your butt!
Apparently the only way I can fix this is to suck it up... suck up my fear of exercise and get moving! Because no amount of sucking it in will ever make me lose another 100 pounds!
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