As I’ve mentioned before, I have many issues about talking about my weight. I just can’t talk about it with family or friends because I think it’s so embarrassing. I wasn’t planning on telling my family about my resolve to get my act together, health and fitness, wise. I just wanted to show up somewhere and be all ‘Oh?’ But I slipped and now they know.
In post linked above, I talked about how I didn’t want to go home because they were all so excited to see “the new me!” And I was scared of their expectations. And you know what, I did go home, they thought I looked “good” but could look “better.” No shit, Sherlocks, I think was my gentle reply. My mom still grabbed one of my stomach rolls (while I was sitting down, for God’s sake. Not a fair playing field) and said ‘Not there yet!’ which hurt but I didn’t let totally annoy me whereas normally I’d stew about it all day. I’m finally grasping that I don’t need to apologize or feel bad about things taking time because I’m A) doing it the right, healthy way which just happens to be a slow way and B) still have many of those days where I oversleep and don’t go to the gym or eat a cupcake (or two) when my co-worker brings them in. Although yes, I do have to remind myself of that quite frequently.
Now after hearing about my endeavor, my whole family has jumped aboard the ‘get fit’ train. Through the years, we’ve all packed on the pounds and none of us were making great decisions with food. Except for my dog Maggie. She remains flawless. My mom admitted she was so impressed by my getting up at 4 am (as she knows how hard it is for me to part from my bed) and trying to learn to eat healthy that she was inspired to finally get her own health back on track. Plus, and I think this is the biggest part, she realized she is one year away from the age her dad (my grandfather) was when he walked out to get the mail on a hot August day and had a fatal heart attack.
My parents are aiming to lose 40-50 pounds each. Before I was born, my dad was an avid amateur cyclist who participated in races and loved toying around with bikes. All the neighborhood kids would bring their bikes to him and “Melvin” –when my parents moved in, he jokingly told the kids to call him Melvin, which they of course gleefully ran with ha– would fix their bikes up and help their parents teach them how to ride. When my parents had us kiddos, he stopped biking and his free time went to us. He’s looking to get back into that, after two and a half decades off. He’s also now gotten into stand-up paddle-boarding down at our shore house in Ocean City, NJ which is supposedly one of the best workouts out there.
My mom has never been an avid exerciser and over the years she’s developed bad eating habits like the rest of us. She is now seeing a dietitian once a week who put her on a seriously restrictive diet and she’s already down 20 pounds in three weeks (!!!). I give her so much props because I just could not do it. My sister is looking to lose 10 pounds, gain muscle and finally learn proper eating habits for the rest of her college days. My brother is looking to gain back muscle and lose his beer gut from college.
Where I am going with this is that even though I had no intention of telling my family about my quest to get fit and shape up my eating habits, it happened and I actually couldn’t be happier about it because it sparked THEM to do something about it. We just completed our first family 5k on Sunday! Much as they can piss me off, I’m ecstatic that it looks like my parents will be around longer to piss me off occasionally and enjoy those grandchildren I might eventually have. I’m slowly getting over my weird little insecurities, although it’s hard and uncomfortable, and so we’re having family discussions and comparing notes on new healthy foods we’re trying. It’s a team effort now and we’ll all get to the finish line at different times but…we’ll each get there when we get there.
and yes i know that’s not the song title.