First off, please bear with the housekeeping as I work with this here computerized website thingamajig, as I'm not technologically blessed, and there are going to be some hiccups while I get my site how I want it to look. I'm blending this blog with my other online work, and there are going to be plenty of bumps in the road. I promise I'll try to make them painless for you, because anal-retentive Virgo me goes nuts when something isn't just how I want it, particularly when it comes to A) something that someone else will see and B) something that inconveniences others.
I nestle in on the settee until I hear him start to fuss, then get up and take him out, and then everyone sleeps—in theory, anyway. So, last night, I was watching the FFTFL movie for the bazillionth time as I hunkered down, and three things came to mind. Little epiphanies that will hopefully lead me on to bigger successes.
The first was something that Rik said in the movie, about changing just one thing at a time. I can do that, right? I can drink those extra glasses of water one week, and walk those extra steps the next week, and whatever the following week. I know I've mentioned this previously, but this is really hitting home with me. I've always been an all-or-nothing kind of gal, and so set very unrealistic goals for myself, trying to do everything in record breaking speed, rather than being sensible and working on one goal and seeing it through to completion (this is probably why I have so many UFOs—UnFinished Objects—when it comes to my knitting stash, too, but that's another story). So this time, I'm doing it sensibly, changing just one thing at a time. I'm in this for the long haul, not to be a sprinter (ha, see what I did there).
The second was that, I couldn't get comfy on the sofa. Now, this might not seem like a biggie, but think about it. This is a nice settee, it's got plenty of good spring in it, It is on a solid frame, so why couldn't I get comfy? Because I was too fat to lay on it correctly. I had to have a footstool to prop up a bent knee. So, little goal, little reason for doing this; I want to fit on the couch.
Lastly, I had a chat with a friend of mine who has successfully lost a lot of weight and kept it off. She lives in England and does the 'wolf runs' over there, which are pretty intense, but then, she's a pretty amazing kind of gal. I was talking about my goals and she assured me that I could do this. I can be really determined when I make myself. I went back to school to learn how to throw pots (I'm a hand-builder at heart), I set my sites on getting a studio open here and now the building is sitting in my back garden, and my career is heading the direction I want it to go. I've done all that. My determination made it happen. Jayne told me that I could make this happen, too, and it hit me. All of the accomplishments I've done in the last 18 months have been something I've done. Losing weight and immersing myself into the world of fitness will change who I am, and that terrifies me, because I've never been anyone else but me—overweight, wobbly, me.
Anyone else feel that sense of dread?
I decided over Christmas while talking to my daughter that this would be my year of 7s. It's 2017. I'm setting out to lose 70lbs. I want to walk (hopefully working up to a slow run) 700 miles. I plan on earning 7 virtual race medals, and doing 7 5k fun runs, even if some of them have to be virtual ones on my own (conveniently it is 5k from the end of our drive, down a country road to the crossroads, and back). And I have given myself 337 days in which to do it. That's a weird number, but it gives me slack for the first 2 months of this year, when I was chained to the computer desk. It also allows me to meet my goal well before the holiday season—not that I'm planning a bit cheat, or anything, but I won't feel like making up lost miles when my daughter is visiting.
I'm actually going to hit more than those 700 miles, though. There. I said it. A good friend bought me a 'run the year' pass for 'run the edge' as a Christmas gift. We're a team of 2, so we've got over 1000 miles each to do. As this is my 'year of 7s,' I'm setting myself 1017 miles, but being a team (she does half marathons), she's likely to be an over-achiever! Still 700 is my goal, plus the extra to get to 1017.
I'm off to a slow start, simply because I'm a writer and I am sitting at my desk most of the work day, and I had a monster project due at the first of the year. The weather outside is chilly but warm for this time of year. The days are pleasant, the pressure at work is off for the time being, and I'm going to get back out there, in the proverbial soon. As one kind person on the very supportive 'From Fat to Finish Line' Facebook group advised me, I'm making it a part of my routine. She said just like brushing your teeth, it's something that you do every day, so just start doing it and get into the habit. I can do that, even if it's only a mile, right?
Also, as yesterday was day one, I picked up the phone and I made a call to our local YMCA. I use the term local very loosely, as it's a 46 mile round trip. (Remember me mentioning I lived out in the country? Yeah, that. ) I am going there to meet with the 'girls on the run' coordinator on Friday to discuss how I might be able to volunteer and perhaps do myself and others some good. I'm also going to check out the facilities. No commitments to either as yet, but I'm certainly going to scope it out, and see how it all feels.
There is yarn involved today, too. It's a wonderful Rambouillet hand-dyed worsted. I've been drooling over it since just after the new year. I did promise myself no more yarn, as I've got plenty (and by plenty think single closet, nearly full), but this stuff is absolutely breathtaking, and my hand-spinners say it's a wonderful fiber with which to work. I'm still drooling, but I'm going to set a goal for myself. First 20lbs, maybe, or when I've left the 200 club, or maybe when I've hit my first 100 miles. Not sure yet. I just know I've got grabby hands!
How many times have I told myself, "This time it will be different." How many times have I started, only to slip into patterns that have happened before. How many times have I promised that this was the last summer that I was going let my skin chafe, or that it was the last time that I bought a larger size or... well, you get the picture.
It's happened all too often. Are you the same? Have you started, meaning well, then lost your focus? Then maybe we can make this journey together.
I figured if I didn't put this out here, then I wasn't going to do it. As an author, I can hide behind the computer screen and I can be whoever I want to be; but how authentic is that? More importantly, where's the real connection, where's the teamwork and the camaraderie?
I'd joined a few Facebook groups and teams, but somehow we all seemed to fizzle out. Oh, the intentions were good; post what you ate, post your daily activity, finish this challenge, but somehow it wasn't enough. It kept me interested, but not motivated—especially when there were times it seemed I was carrying the gang, and it wasn't even my group!
Having said that, I did find it through the media, in a couple of places with which I never even dreamed I'd ever be associated. Why? Because they're running groups, and I'm anything but a runner! Now, this may sound insulting, and I certainly don't mean it that way, but a few months ago I watched a film, "From Fat to Finish Line." I was mesmerized. They weren't tall skinny athletes. They were humans, of all shapes and sizes. They were like me.
I was hungry (ha, see what I did there), I wanted more. I found their Facebook group, and was admitted. My questions were not treated as something I should know already (something that happened when I approached one of my local gyms about their classes and services), nor was I met by judgement because they'd done it already. No, my questions were honestly answered, and there were genuine and warm offers of support and motivation.
Now, I'm still not sure that I can do this. However, anyone who knows me knows that I hate to let people down. I bend over backwards to make sure that I've given the best of myself. So, here I am, cap in hand, coming to you. Be my cheerleaders. Let me vent to you through this blog when I'm having a bad day. Celebrate with me when I hit a milestone, even if it's just going an extra 100 steps, or eating a salad when I really wanted onion rings.
I'll tell you more about who I am and the rest of my journey in due course, and I'll eventually link this page to my parent site, so you can get glimpses into my knitting, my yarn addiction, my pottery, and other aspects of my life. For now, though, hello, and welcome. Maybe together we can do this thing, yes?