Have you ever watched a reality TV weight loss competition? There was one in particular that I liked to watch. They always did the same challenge toward the end of every season, after the contestants had lost a significant amount of weight. They would have to compete in a race, but with a twist. At the beginning of the race they would have to pick up different size weights, one for each week that represented the weight they had lost that week. They loaded up, strapping them on until they were back up to their starting weight. It was always interesting to watch. In the short time that it had taken to lose it all, they had forgotten what the extra weight left like. Even though their muscles were stronger, the added weight made it a lot more difficult to run. Throughout the race there were different “checkpoints” were they would drop a weight, one week of weight loss. As they dropped the weights they were able to see an instant change. One they hadn't noticed the first time they los
After my post last week I've been doing a lot of reflecting. I had a handful of people tell me not to be so hard on myself. Not just in comments, but private messages and in person.When I was writing my last blog post the thought did cross my mind that people may think that, but I kind of shrugged it off because to me, I was going easy. I think being too hard on myself it what got me into this "mess" (literally and figuratively) in the first place. I decided that maybe I needed to write about it. In a post a couple months ago I shared a piece of my story. This is a little snip-it from that post . When people asked how I was my go to response was “I'm doing pretty good”. But really, if people could have heard my thoughts they would know how alone and isolated I felt, and how much I thought I was failing at life in general. For a long time I felt like a failure. Nothing specific. Just in general. I felt like I wasn't good at anything. Eventually I just stop