I’ve yet again made it a goal to shed some extra poundage. It’s going to be a heck of a long process, and goodness knows, I need help. It took me 30 years to get to this point. I’ve recently been inspired by a friend/coworker who blogs about running and recently met her summer’s goal of running a half marathon in under two hours (whoa). While impressive, it wasn’t the run in itself that inspired me – it was setting a goal and meeting it. I can only imagine how incredible that must’ve felt.
While it’s doubtful I’ll be tackling a half marathon any time soon, I would like to properly fit into a chair with arms. This may sound absurd to anyone who’s never struggled with extra weight, but I can guarantee it’s no fun to have the sides of your legs meet the judging, hard plastic arms of an arena seat. When I took in last week’s Skate Canada festivities (tiny figure skaters at peak athletic strength), I dreaded the end of every Canadian’s performance for fear of the standing ovation. Don’t get me wrong, I was incredibly proud of the competitors, but standing up meant awkwardly squeezing myself from the clutches of the chair, only to squeeze myself back down, while simultaneously forcing the arms over just enough to prevent the seats next to me from flipping down properly.
That was a moment I shall cling to for quite some time.
Now, you may wonder why I’m publicly expounding (pun) my greatest weakness. I started counting calories at the end of last week via an app on my smart phone, and I read an article by a woman who lost 200 lbs. Her advice was to share with everyone because, much like Hilary Clinton’s philosophy on child rearing, it takes a village.
For health, happiness and some vanity, my goal is to lose 200 lbs. This is a long term goal, obviously. This blog shall highlight the good, the not-so-good and the hilarious along the way.
I shall now share my first anecdote of this journey; it just happened yesterday. I had an excellent eating day, which included a delicious and healthy meal at Britts with a dear friend. My handy app told me I had about 300 calories left to consume, so I decided to splurge on some movie theatre popcorn (no butter with a bottle of water). As I’m enjoying my first few bites, I decide to input the treat into my trusty app, only to realize the popcorn contained 1,000 calories. Not cool. I proceeded to dump the entire bag into the trash. Waste of money, but a win for health.
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