Yes, I realize my claim of my ‘Hardest Blog Post” may not carry the full gravity I am trying to convey because I have written, like, a total of two blog posts. But this post will be about one of the most sensitive issues to women – weight. In my opinion, a conversation about weight with a woman is like touching the third rail because there is a real chance you will walk away shocked, injured or at the very least, a little worse for wear.
One of the main reasons for starting karate is my desire to get healthy, and a main component of my unhealthy lifestyle is my weight. So I have made the decision to openly and honestly talk about how much I weigh, and chronicle any weight loss I might achieve. Trust me, I considered glossing over the exact number of my weight however after a lot of thought, I realized (in this situation) it was more authentic to just get over it and disclose the number. But first, how I got here (and no, this will not turn into a Birds and the Bees conversation!).
Up until I got pregnant with my son in 2004, I was employed in the restaurant industry, which meant that I was on my feet, a lot. No, it was not a structured exercise regimen, however I was definitely not sedentary. My weight and pants size varied dependent upon what was happening in my life, anywhere from a size 8 to a 12. I was never especially happy with my size when I was a 12, but I never worried about my weight in the past and I was having too much fun enjoying my twenties to start.
Then came a child and a stressful desk job, and my sedentary life began. I progressed from a size 12, to a 14, to a 16 and for a brief time, an 18. I started to watch what I ate, however the punishment I imparted on my metabolism made losing weight through food management nearly impossible. I am not one of this people that can simply cut an item out of their diet and then lose weight – my switch from regular to diet soda simply increased my aspartame consumption. Unfortunately, I am one of the lucky ones who only sees a real difference in weight if I get my butt up and exercise. And as I got heavier, my energy and desire to exercise only decreased. Not a good combination.
One day I was walking through a mall, and as I looked to my left, I caught a glimpse of a woman whose hips and butt were disproportionate to the rest of her body. It was after my second glance that I realized the image was a REFLECTION and those were MY hips and butt. At some point, I quit looking at my backside in the mirror and my butt had taken on a life of its own. Apparently, it was also stockpiling its own food supply.
Along came pregnancy number two and I was still carrying the baby weight from pregnancy number one from five years ago. When my doctor told me that I should only gain 10-15 pounds for pregnancy number two, I knew it was time to get healthy. Baby #2 was born healthy and without complications. She is almost 6 months old and I know that if I am going to keep up with my kids, I need to get fit. Karate could not have come into my life at a better time.
So, here I am – officially obese and unhealthy. I bought a scale and it (unkindly, if I do say so myself) informed me that I am weighing in at exactly 200 pounds. On my 5’6″ frame, 200 pounds are not doing me any favors. So I hope that my extremely honest disclosure of my size and sharing my journey helps someone – anyone – find the one thing that will help them get healthy too.
Because if there is one thing I believe more than anything, it is that strong women are beautiful women!
Today, my black belt quality is integrity, because when committed to documenting this journey, I knew the only way to do it was honestly and genuinely. At least this way, I know I cannot hide from my backside.