It is often said that there is nothing new under the sun. Willow bark becomes repackaged as aspirin and Taxis become ubers. While I don’t always agree with the nothing new, I have to say this week has been one where I have been destined to relearn one of the first lessons I had when I first decided to lose weight.
When I first decide that I was finished playing around with the idea of losing weight and actually decided to actively pursue it as a goal (my decision based more on not wanting my knees to give out on me than any desire to look good in a bikini), Patience was the first lesson I had to learn.
I wanted to run but could only make it once around the block walking before my body hurt too much to continue. I wanted to be able to lift large weights without a thought but found my arms shaking with the little baby weights. I wanted to keep pace with the slim athletic folks who make the work out videos but struggled to make it through one round.
Most of all, I wanted all of the excess weight to slide right off my body leaving me svelte and healthy with no aches in knees of feet.
The truth, as I’m sure all of you know, is that the weight didn’t all one day decided to pile on my bones. It wasn’t all going to leave in a single day, or even a single week.
Logically I knew that. I understood it. But the constant barrage of miracle weight loss advertisements somehow wormed its way into my brain. I do a lot of my shopping on line. For long stretches of time I lived in remote areas where it was my best option if I wanted any sort of variety in my purchases.I also moved around a lot and ended up picking up favorites from different locals that were not available once I moved. As my weight increased, I also found a better selection in my size range on line. My largest size was 3X, thankfully a size I have left behind and actually cleared out of my closet. Most stores don’t carry a lot of clothes in 3X.
But the internet does.
However there are lovely little computer programs all over the world wide web and I very quickly found that once you start ordering clothes in a size 3X on line, the commercials that get flashed your way tend to lean into the miracle diet lane. The most sensible tend to promise things like fat flushing and a 10 lbs loss in a week.
I knew I wasn’t going to take any pills or potions but concentrate on creating a healthy, sustainable program for me to lose weight and set myself up for a sustainably healthy future. I was looking long term and permanant, not quick fix.
But it is hard chipping away slowly at the mass with the diet and exercise hammer and chisel when you see the pneumonic jackhammer of the quick fix flashing at you everytime you go online. Even with the suspicion of overblown claims and possible unpleasant side effects, they tested my patience.
For the most part, I have gotten past it.
To be honest the high boasts of many of the pills and tinctures kind of scare me out of using them anyway. I can’t think of anything that works that dramatically as being good for me. I will admit I have a strange fascination with the sort of neoprene looking sweat vests. You know the ones where you slip on a rubber lined band around your middle so you sweat more and lose weight fast. I don’t know why they fascinate me, but they sort of do. I suspect if I tried them then I would end up passed out under the summer sun from dehydration more than anything else, but still they draw me in.
For now, they too are relatively easy to ignore.
But now I am learning the same lesson of patience in a different format.
While my body is healing from my burn, parts have been slower to heal than others, mostly because they took more damage. My feet were particularly hard hit. While I can walk around the house and stand without pain, the joint where my ankle meets my foot is still raw and the rounded knob of ankle bone on the inside of my foot took a particularly hard beating from the sun.
Given that I could stand and walk around the house without pain I thought to myself, maybe a quick walk around the block just to see if I can. So I pulled on socks and shoes. I took three steps and then hobbled back to the bed to take the shoes and socks off. The angry red of the abraded flesh screamed all sorts of subverbal obscenities at me. So I am still not walking. I am doing some work with my weights and I am doing crunches and other basic exercises that don’t rely on me walking. They are helping me burn off some of my antsy energy, even if they don’t burn a high amount of calories.
And again I find myself remembering the lesson of patience. Rushing to walk before my feet are healed enough will cause more damage and a greater delay in getting back into my calorie burning walks. Taking the time now, helps me in the long run.
While I don’t always agree that there is nothing new under the sun, at this point in time it seems I am destined to relearn the same lesson I thought I mastered. weight loss, like many other goals in life, requires patience in order to achieve.