I have been overweight since birth. My nickname as a baby was Butterball. (I don’t hold it against my family, by the way. It’s a funny nickname -- and we like to laugh.)
Pretty much the second I was self-aware enough to recognize that my body had more mass than it should, I wanted to change it. This awareness came pretty young.
If chubby little me only knew...
Nothing. Turns out, being fat is a habit. Or, more accurately, it’s a combination of too many bad habits and not enough good ones.
I bought this book called The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg and after I read it, I started to feel like I might be able to “stop the insanity” (oh yeah, I went there) when it comes to weight loss. I’m incredibly tired of saying, “it worked really well when I followed it...”, after losing and then regaining 25 pounds for the hundredth time. Incredibly tired.
Now, I know from exhaustive (self-help) research, that exercise alone is not enough for weight loss. What goes down the hole matters too. The point is not that exercise is good for you. Can I get a NO DUH? The point is that exercise is a catalyst for some pretty extensive healthy changes. Not just physical, but mental. ...If you do it.
Why don’t I do it?
So I get to pick... you know, the easy ones. Because somehow, on a list, it looks like throwing pottery is as important as exercising.
I now have two daily goals. Exercise is one of them. (I'll talk about the other one later. Consider this a cliff hanger!)
So now that I’m trying to make exercise a daily habit, will I finally lose the weight? Who knows. Really, who cares? At this point, I no longer have my sights set on just weight loss. How many fat cells are being squished into my mom jeans is just one aspect of who I am.
Don’t give up, little Heather. We’ll make it.