I'm sure you are amazed to see a new post here today. What can I say? I just can't stay away!
Cheryl wrote an amazing post about her recent weight loss accomplishments. She recently met her goal of losing 39 pounds and her hubby has also lost 50 pounds. Pretty amazing stuff, hu? You can go and check out some of the things that were important for her here.
I'm not really overweight. I am in a normal range for my height and age. This is good, but I feel like there are a few pounds I'd like to eliminate and more than anything I want to get a few of those good old favorite areas looking more firm. My hubby and I are trying to figure out how to get our exercise routine kicked up a notch without spending money. Hubby can go use the physical facilities at his University, but that's not an option for me. Currently, I'm doing some of those good old (get real stale after a while) workout DVDs and trying to get some more walking in. Summer's coming though and in Arizona, you don't go outside during the summer. Anywho...I'm sure we'll things figured out.
But this post isn't really about that...or at least it's not just about that.
I went on a mission to Toronto Canada. For part of the time I spent there, I served in Spanish speaking wards. At that point in my mission, I lost control of my weight. Again, I wasn't really badly overweight, I could still wear all of my clothes, but they were tight and didn't look good. Why did this happen? Because that is the time I was not in control of how much I was eating. Why? Because when you have a dinner appointment with a Latino family whom you will offend if you don't eat what they have prepared...you feel that you must make the sacrifice. If you wonder if they would really be offended, I can honestly say that...yes, they would. I saw it many, many times. How often did we have DAs in the Latino wards? Every day...Every. Day.
I won't go into all the awful details of the amounts of food I was expected to eat at that time, but I will just say, there were times I honestly became sick from it. A take home message here would be...when you have the missionaries over to eat...just make something simple and not huge. If they are large...realize that you are doing them a favor by not making too much food. I knew missionaries who feigned allergies to get out of eating, but I felt that it was dishonest and since honesty is, you know, pretty important for a missionary, I never went there. Seriously, to eat the food you were given, you kind of had to do a mental detachment and just think of it as something to get through.
It was a good thing that I was in areas where we used our feet and good old public transportation to get where we needed to go. At least when I got home, people could still recognize me. Seriously, it wasn't that bad, but you could see it in my face for sure!!!
I remember one night not long after I got home. I went out to eat with my family. When the waitress brought us our food, I looked at the heaping plate and just stared for a while, preparing for the mental detachment from food that I was used to. I'll never forget my sweet mom (she later told me that I had a look of terror on my face) leaning over to me and saying..."Don't worry, you don't have to eat all of that." I literally started crying with relief.
So...here's the point. After that experience, I learned that too much food is not my friend. That food is going to be wasted one way or another...I get to decide...am I going to waste it by throwing away (actually nowadays...you could just compost) the portion that is left when I am full, or do I waste it inside my body. Now...when I am full, I'm done eating. Do I ever overeat? Yes, but not very often.
The battle of the bluge is always there my friends...I still choose what foods I use to get myself feeling full. At this point in my life...I'm trying to stay healthy and if I can get myself looking great too...all the better. For me it's health...not weight - muscle definition...not dress size. Time to get my exercise routine figured out.