Happy Monday, and here’s to the start of a fantastic week. Since my first chapter has been out there for a little while, I started thinking that I don’t want to come across as a victim in all aspects of what landed me here. Yes, I have been a victim of emotional and physical abuse, but looking back, I had complete control over how I chose to react to everything that happened to me. Circumstances do happen to us, but WE choose how to react, and we choose how to handle them and not let them ruin our lives. Yes, it sucked when I got laid off, it was so sad when two of my pups passed away – but I had to choose how to handle these things.
I worked with a friend of mine who is a career coach (Denise Sutter, I can never thank you enough), and we focused on getting the best ME out there for the business world to see. It paid off because I ended up finding a fantastic opportunity on an amazing team where I am learning what it’s like to be appreciated, my work valued and it’s an overall positive environment. I did some volunteer work for a phenomenal dachshund rescue organization and have been able to enjoy seeing my 7 rescue pups run happy and healthy every day. Chapman’s Dachshund Rescue
At this point, it was time to tackle the elephant in the room so to speak. Of course I knew my weight was out of control, not only because of the scale but mainly because of how I FELT. Everything hurt and I was all I could do to have enough energy to get through the day. I had a heart to heart talk with myself, and came to a crossroads: was I going to keep going like this and being miserable, or was I going to take action and give it my absolute best attempt to gain control and get my life back?
What was my catalyst? It is hard to write this but I made the decision to take action when I saw the number on the scale go over 200 pounds. As long as I had stayed under there (no matter if it was just barely), I could deny that I had to do anything. But there it was. 207 pounds to be exact. I’m 5’2. Yes, it was about the number but more than that, I hated how I felt – I had no energy for my precious pups and I just couldn’t even deal with living life – I did the bare minimum to exist (work, ate takeout!). Wore clothes that looked terrible on me but I felt like they did ok at hiding my shame. The only person I was fooling was myself.
Now, I’m not saying I was ashamed of my weight, I was ashamed at how far I had fallen from where I had once been. I don’t want anyone ever to feel ashamed of themselves for a number on the scale, EVER!!! Society is more than hard enough on us without us doing it to ourselves too. Each and every one of us has to decide when we are ready – NO ONE can make the decision to change for you. NO ONE can tell you when the time is right because your situation is unique. I do know one thing for certain – while everyone of us is different, our excuses for not starting, not taking that first really difficult step… our excuses are ALL THE SAME.
I’m not going to list them all because each of us can recite the list from memory, am I right? 🙂 I knew them all and had multiple rationalizations for all of them. But the day came like I said where I made the decision to TRY – just try. I was able to see through the fog of depression to realize that I was worth the try. It was time to just try. If you’ve never been there, it seems so easy, but if you have, you know that first step is paralyzing. But only if you allow it to be.
Don’t worry – as soon as I get all the background out here so you know where I started from, I will get into specifics I promise. Please let me know what questions you have and what you want me to write about in upcoming chapters, because this is for YOU! I love you all, and thank you so much for taking the time to be here and read my story.