Thursday, November 4, 2010
What are you doing? Part I (Obesity is a Zombie)
Now that I've "gone public," I am hearing the same question over & over again: what are you doing? It's a pretty innocuous question, & one I know that I have asked others on occasion. What I have found in being on the receiving end of said question is something that I never would have expected (but know in retrospect that I have been guilty of in the past). Here's how it plays out.
Kindly Stranger, Friend, Family Member or Acquaintance (practically salivating, eyes bugging out & encroaching on my personal space): "Wow, you've lost weight! What are you doing?"
New Sara: "Wouldn't you know it? All of those kooks touting diet & exercise were right. I watch what & more importantly how much I eat & I work out."
Kindly Stranger, Friend, Family Member or Acquaintance (with the fallen countenance of one who has just been informed that her grandma & kitten were hit by a truck full of puppies--all of whom died): "Oh."
The sorrow, the disappointment, sometimes the anger. After having this exact conversation approximately 53 times, I've pieced something together. We're all looking for the miracle fix. Everyone wants me to say "It's this new chocolate & Shiraz diet." Or, "It's this herb found only in the Himalayas--the Dalai Lama sent me a free sample & it really works, or your money back." No matter how much we hear or see evidence to the contrary, we're looking for the silver bullet. Problem is, obesity is a zombie, not a vampire.
You've got to really earn a zombie kill. There is no silver bullet, only Rule #1: Cardio. Enough said. But, vampires...so many weaknesses. So many magical & surprisingly simple fixes. Get them out in the sun, don't let them sleep in a freezer, stake them. They're just asking to die. My point is, there is no easy way out on this one & no one size fits all miracle. I just have to dig in & make a commitment. The only thing killing this beast is good old fashioned hard work. Don't get me wrong, I want it to be easy just as much as the next girl, but if I let that idea take hold, this will just be another failed diet & another excuse to throw myself a pity party.
When I see you at the grocery store & you ask me what I'm doing, I'm going to have the same conversation with you that I've had with quite a few others. And that's okay by me. It is fun to have people ask & take interest in my journey! Just know that while we are talking & I'm giving you my answer, I just may be replaying bits of "Zombieland" in my head & reminding myself of Rule #20: It’s a marathon, not a sprint, unless it’s a sprint, then sprint.