Good morning!
First off, I'd love to give a BIG shout out to my Chinese and Russian peeps reading this blog!
In my blogging account, there is a button called "stats" where I can view how many people and from where, are reading the blog. And for some reason, Russian and Chinese readers total up 30% of my audience!
Thank you so much for reading. I hope I make you laugh and lighten your spirits, as that is my main goal for writing these entries.
Let's talk about how I lost a few pounds after realizing I was not at the standard L.A. weight of five pounds.
Tom and I got a gym membership to L.A. Fitness, and for the first time I went to a gym to really work out.
I was so lame, that all I could muster up was20 15 minutes on the elliptical machine. And to my horror, beads of sweat started to pop out of my body.
"What is this strange, wet substance?" I asked myself. Then, "Why do my legs feel like noodles?" And finally, "How come I can hear my heart beating- out loud?!" It was just plain sad.
After the first workout, I went to the ladies locker room to weigh myself. I don't know why, but I thought if I worked out one time, that I'd magically lose five pounds. The scale must have been in a really shitty mood that day, because the numbers it spit out were incredibly cruel!
Scale, "You are 145 pounds. Did you even work out yet? Maybe you shouldn't have eaten that extra piece of cake at work. In fact, maybe you should just stop eating altogether!"
Me, "You are such a bitch, Scale! I'm going to go tell on you!"
And I did. I marched right up to the employees at the front desk, and told them something must be wrong with their scale because I certainly do NOT weigh 145 pounds.
In retrospect, I am so embarrassed that I did this! What the fuck is wrong with me?!
The guy at the counter gave me a quick body scan, and said in an overly-sweet voice, "Aw, there's no way you weigh 145 pounds. It must be the scale!"
I puffed out my chest and said, "Yes. You really need to get it fixed."
I'm smart enough to know NOW what was really happening. This guy was humoring me! And, I don't blame him. I mean, what was the alternative? To tell me I look like I weigh that, and more?
I did, however, end up losing twelve pounds eventually.
Let's fast forward five years, pregnant with my baby, Amelie. I was working full-time at a desk job, so I was forced to sit 8 hours a day. The entire pregnancy, the most exercise I did was walk to the Italian restaurant across the street for lunch. One time, I accidentally exercised while 7 months pregnant. I had lunch delivered to work, and upon checking the bag and realizing the delivery guy forgot the potato chips, I instinctively ran after him.
Big mistake.
I pulled something down below, and had to make an emergency appointment with my obgyn. The baby was fine, but my pride, was not.
And so, my beautiful baby, grew and grew, and so did I. My weight got to a little over 190 pounds. I was sweating in places that I didn't even know could sweat! I felt like a walking science project that went horribly awry!
What a lot of people don't seem to understand is, I was STARVING all the time. Nothing could fill me up. I remember ordering a turkey burger and fries at a restaurant, eating it all, and still wanting more food. I'd wake up at 2 am, with hunger pains that shook me to my core. I had never been so fucking hungry in my life!
After feeling hunger like that, I gained not only weight, but insight into what it feels like to be obese. I now have so much compassion for people who are overweight. The fight to lose weight, keep it off, and battle cravings, requires an immense amount of willpower, courage and self-love. It is not easy.
People who have never been overweight, are quick to criticize people who are overweight. But, I've learned, that if you really care about someone in your life who is struggling with weight, to give them encouragement instead of berating them. Positive encouragement goes a long way.
On the flip side, when facing hurdles in life, you have to take the reigns and steer yourself in the right direction. I lost the 60 pounds I gained from pregnancy by diet, exercise and hard work. So, if you want to be healthy, you're gonna have to find that strength from within and "getter done."
Notice, I say, "to be healthy," and not, "to be skinny." That's because the goal shouldn't be to get skinny. It should be to get to a weight where you're not sick. A weight where, you can walk for two miles and not get out of breath. Or, where you don't need medications for high cholesterol and blood pressure.
And, there are all sorts of ways to get to that healthy body. There are books all about every diet and butt-blasting technique known to man. What's important is, you find what works for you.
Namaste!
First off, I'd love to give a BIG shout out to my Chinese and Russian peeps reading this blog!
In my blogging account, there is a button called "stats" where I can view how many people and from where, are reading the blog. And for some reason, Russian and Chinese readers total up 30% of my audience!
Thank you so much for reading. I hope I make you laugh and lighten your spirits, as that is my main goal for writing these entries.
Let's talk about how I lost a few pounds after realizing I was not at the standard L.A. weight of five pounds.
Tom and I got a gym membership to L.A. Fitness, and for the first time I went to a gym to really work out.
I was so lame, that all I could muster up was
"What is this strange, wet substance?" I asked myself. Then, "Why do my legs feel like noodles?" And finally, "How come I can hear my heart beating- out loud?!" It was just plain sad.
After the first workout, I went to the ladies locker room to weigh myself. I don't know why, but I thought if I worked out one time, that I'd magically lose five pounds. The scale must have been in a really shitty mood that day, because the numbers it spit out were incredibly cruel!
Scale, "You are 145 pounds. Did you even work out yet? Maybe you shouldn't have eaten that extra piece of cake at work. In fact, maybe you should just stop eating altogether!"
Me, "You are such a bitch, Scale! I'm going to go tell on you!"
And I did. I marched right up to the employees at the front desk, and told them something must be wrong with their scale because I certainly do NOT weigh 145 pounds.
In retrospect, I am so embarrassed that I did this! What the fuck is wrong with me?!
The guy at the counter gave me a quick body scan, and said in an overly-sweet voice, "Aw, there's no way you weigh 145 pounds. It must be the scale!"
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| Good enough to chase |
I puffed out my chest and said, "Yes. You really need to get it fixed."
I'm smart enough to know NOW what was really happening. This guy was humoring me! And, I don't blame him. I mean, what was the alternative? To tell me I look like I weigh that, and more?
I did, however, end up losing twelve pounds eventually.
Let's fast forward five years, pregnant with my baby, Amelie. I was working full-time at a desk job, so I was forced to sit 8 hours a day. The entire pregnancy, the most exercise I did was walk to the Italian restaurant across the street for lunch. One time, I accidentally exercised while 7 months pregnant. I had lunch delivered to work, and upon checking the bag and realizing the delivery guy forgot the potato chips, I instinctively ran after him.
Big mistake.
I pulled something down below, and had to make an emergency appointment with my obgyn. The baby was fine, but my pride, was not.
And so, my beautiful baby, grew and grew, and so did I. My weight got to a little over 190 pounds. I was sweating in places that I didn't even know could sweat! I felt like a walking science project that went horribly awry!
What a lot of people don't seem to understand is, I was STARVING all the time. Nothing could fill me up. I remember ordering a turkey burger and fries at a restaurant, eating it all, and still wanting more food. I'd wake up at 2 am, with hunger pains that shook me to my core. I had never been so fucking hungry in my life!
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| Me, at my heaviest |
After feeling hunger like that, I gained not only weight, but insight into what it feels like to be obese. I now have so much compassion for people who are overweight. The fight to lose weight, keep it off, and battle cravings, requires an immense amount of willpower, courage and self-love. It is not easy.
People who have never been overweight, are quick to criticize people who are overweight. But, I've learned, that if you really care about someone in your life who is struggling with weight, to give them encouragement instead of berating them. Positive encouragement goes a long way.
On the flip side, when facing hurdles in life, you have to take the reigns and steer yourself in the right direction. I lost the 60 pounds I gained from pregnancy by diet, exercise and hard work. So, if you want to be healthy, you're gonna have to find that strength from within and "getter done."
Notice, I say, "to be healthy," and not, "to be skinny." That's because the goal shouldn't be to get skinny. It should be to get to a weight where you're not sick. A weight where, you can walk for two miles and not get out of breath. Or, where you don't need medications for high cholesterol and blood pressure.
And, there are all sorts of ways to get to that healthy body. There are books all about every diet and butt-blasting technique known to man. What's important is, you find what works for you.
Namaste!
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