Monthly Archives: April 2012
I did some modelling when I was younger. Just an itty bitty bit. A couple photo-shots. Nothing crazy. But I enjoyed it.
If you would have asked me six months ago to model, anything, I would have promptly declined.
On Saturday I modelled in the Fabulous at 50 fashion show in Red Deer. I’m not 50, or am I a baby-boomer. However, the opportunity arose and I thought to myself “there is no better way to showcase my weight release than stepping on a stage”! The audience was women, mostly baby-boomer age. I really enjoyed the experience and was not nearly as nervous as I thought I would be. Actually, I quite enjoyed it. It was empowering. I think I will do it again!
What would you do to celebrate your weight release?
As women, we have the great pleasure of going to the doctor for a yearly “physical”. Yay! *insert sarcasm*. For the last decade, essentially, I cringe at the thought of attending the physical. “Why?”, you may ask…well, not for obvious reasons. Knowing I was going to have to step on the scale and then watch my doctor, with great disappointment in his eyes, pull out the BMI calculator and inform me, yet again, that I need to lose 20-30 pounds. BLAH BLAH BLAH. “How do you suggest I do this? I’ve tried everything. I’ve lost 10lbs this year, twice.” Same Ole’, same Ole’. One time he suggested the Mediterranean Diet. Another, the Southbeach Diet. Epic fail. It’s very discouraging to try so hard to lose weight, just to gain it all back in a fraction of a time it took to lose it.
And then, I found this program. I’m in love. The weight is gone, and I’m keeping it off.
I am perfectly aware that it is a controversial program. I don’t take criticism well – I take it personally. It’s something I am working on – it is driving me harder. But seriously, my doctor would have NEVER recommended this diet to me. Essentially, it goes against all traditional forms of “weight-loss” techniques. But the science behind the program makes perfect sense. It’s based on research of obese people, by a Doctor. Decades of research, actually. So why? Why aren’t doctors recommending people try this? Why do people get criticized when they do try it, or even suggest they are thinking about it? Life is about choices and if someone wants to try something that seems a little “extreme”, they have every right to do it. Be supportive of anyone trying to improve their health, and their life – even if YOU don’t agree with how they choose to do it. The lesson I learned from my own experience is not to cut things down, until YOU have tried it.
Since becoming actively connected with local business rockstars and engaging on Social Media Networks, such as Twitter…I stumbled upon a blog by Sheena Johnson. She is part-owner of The Bra Lounge in Red Deer, and by far one of the sweetest women I have ever met! Anyway, you can read about Motherless Daughters of Central Alberta, and perhaps follow her.
As some of my follower’s may know, I was adopted. On April 17, 2009 I was connected with my birth-mother, thanks to Facebook. At the end of March, as the anniversary of this date approached, I was feeling sad. I was feeling “mother-less”. I wrote this for Motherless Daughters. You can click on the link to finish reading…
“I was adopted. Growing up, I never heard the word adopted in my house. I didn’t even know what adopted meant, never-mind knowing that I was an adopted child. I found out I was adopted one morning on the school bus. Another kid told me. Apparently everyone else in my small town community knew, except me. It is fresh in my 31 year old mind, just like it was yesterday. It was spring. I can hear the early morning chattering of the children. To the East, the sunrise is freshly peeking over the Alberta prairie. I’m in the third seat behind the bus driver. I’m nestled up against the window. I’m tracing trees with my finger on the window, in the morning dew. A girl, a few years older than me leans over the back of my seat and tells me “You were adopted.” Do I tell her “I have no idea what that means”? I can’t tell her that. I’m too quiet, and shy and I feel like people already think I’m stupid. I don’t have to tell her I don’t understand. She goes on. “When you were a baby, your mom didn’t want you, so she put you up for adoption”. That’s all I remember…..click here to continue
Down 1lb today! I am currently 165.5 lbs. I have lost a total of 23lbs from my loading weight of 188.5lbs and 17.5lbs from my starting weight of 183lbs. My initial goal was to lose 30lbs and be at 158.5. That is only 7 pounds away! I am so pleased with my progress and I feel so good!
I told you yesterday I was going to talk about healthy body image. I’m getting vibes from a few friends, and loved ones – okay fine, it’s my sister. She is clearly concerned about why I am doing this – like I am obsessed with having a skinny body. Why can’t I just love myself the way I was – and ignore what the scale says? She sent me the kindest email about how she loves my humour and selflessness the best! I really am feeling the love these days! No jokes, I really am!! And sis’, you can rest assured that I do love myself – I (mostly) always have – except for those couple of times where I drank WAY too much and made an ass of myself. I try very hard to be kind to others and I feel in my heart that I am a great person – confident, self-less, caring, helpful (shall I continue about how great I really am? lol). When I look at my Body Mass Index – and it tells me that I am obese – that scares the hell out of me. Not to mention the other things that go along with carrying 30+ lbs of excess weight (mostly belly fat). My knees were starting to hurt, I have had back issues for 11 years, I’m tired and lethargic, my clothes don’t fit properly, I can’t keep up with my kids, my moods are all over the board. I love to run. It is hard and awkward to run with 30 excess pounds. Shall I continue? I think not.
Body image is everywhere – it slaps us in the face as soon as we turn on the TV or surf the internet. It’s on the magazine stand at the grocery store. It’s in the mall, on the radio, plastered to the side of buses. Avoiding the images of women (and men) with beautiful bodies is impossible – unless you hide under a rock. It has always intrigued me “why?”. Why can these beautiful women have beautiful bodies. I used to have a nice slender body – 12 years ago. I was very physically active in high school. I have always enjoyed exercise. How do those people get those beautiful (airbrushed – I KNOW) bodies? I get it – diet and exercise. Beautiful bodies are maintained by diet and exercise. So I have tried and tried to eat clean and exercise to get the body I once I had back. Nothing I did worked. Read this article. It is one of hundreds of articles that chat about how 80% of people who have lost weight gain it all back, and more, within 2 years. It is a crazy cycle of yo-yo dieting, which is equally as unhealthy as being obese. Most of the articles end the same “With so many drawbacks, you might wonder if you’d be better off just accepting your belly rolls. But the perils of being overweight still outweigh the risks of yo-yoing. So how do you quit the cycle for good?”
Do we really have to just accept our body the way it is? Does it really have to be this way? Do we really just need to wake up in the morning – look in the mirror – do positive affirmations about how beautiful our overweight bodies are? Just because everyone around me is overweight – does that give me permission to love my chubby body, sit down on the couch and eat a bag of Doritos and drink a Coke? 1 out of 4 Canadians are obese. Obesity in the US is through the roof. I’m sick of making excuses for myself. I refuse to be part of the problem. I want to be part of the solution.
Do I have an unhealthy body image? I don’t think so – but there will always be a critic. So get your Ipods out and blast some freakin’ Lady Gaga “Born this Way”. Go for a run, or do whatever you need to do to be a superstar! Don’t be a drag – just be a queen (or king)!
These pants were beggin’ for mercy!! The photos on the left were taken on Day 7 of my program (so beginning of January). I had most likely already released at least 10lbs. I couldn’t wear these pants the week before. They were far to uncomfortable. Not to mention, my muffintop was at an illegal-for-me size.
My 7 year old took the photos on the right this morning (April 7, 2012). I cleaned out my closet last weekend and thought I best take a photo of myself one last time in these American Eagle size 14 pants. I could not hold my arms up, because the pants literally fall off of me. This photo goes to show you what releasing 30lbs and 34″ means. I did it in 39 days and felt better than ever.