I've had the opportunity to self-reflect today, and really think about some goals that I now want to start working toward. I've hit my number on the scale that I've always dreamed about...and that didn't come through a fairy godmother. It came through lots of work, discipline, and positive self-talk. Now that I'm here, sometimes we ask ourselves the question, "well? what do I do now?"
We keep going.
I'm at a place of maintenance. At WW, maintenance means keeping within +2 pounds of you "goal weight" for 6 weeks and you keep Lifetime Status by staying in that range. If you go over 2 pounds of your goal, you start paying again. I hear many Lifetime Members say that once they hit goal, they did it! They could "go back" to life, or just "do it on their own". I've found that WW will always be apart of my life. As Chris and Heidi Powell defined it, I'm in "maintenance: an active process of ensuring that the necessities for a new or current state continue".
Click.
I get it now.
I've made the weight, and I'm making the changes. I need to continue forward and realize that change is ALWAYS happening. And if I'm making POSITIVE changes, I will always, forever more, get positive results. In January when I set my scale goal, I also set a body fat % goal. I'm currently in a very healthy BMI range, but I'm wanting strength and muscle definition. I set that goal to reach 25% body fat by July 2, 2016 and that goal seemed so far off and there wasn't a deep reason to keep me grounded to that goal. Well, I redefined it and I'm now really working for something.
In July, I want to become a Certified Personal Trainer. My goal is to get my body and mind in shape to have the ability to officially say, "I'm a Personal Trainer". I'm not only working towards that, but I realized the other day, as I was lifting my sleeping 30 lb son, that I need to be strong enough to lift him for probably the rest of his life. He's not going to be shrimpy; he's built like his dad: broad shouldered and dense. So, not only do I want to get certified, but I need to be strong to lift my son. And then there's the fact I don't want bat wings and I want to look as strong as I feel. But my first two reasons really give me a drive, more so than my personal vanity.
Does this make sense? When you have a goal, ground it on something that will get it to stick.
Any goal you set is never ridiculous. I read a woman's Connect entry saying how she was able to walk a mile today and stick within her points and that the mile walking wasn't such a big deal to everyone else, but she was 40 something and 300+ pounds. I wrote on her board to NOT disregard her effort or downplay her journey.
I would encourage you to do the same.
After I had fetal surgery with my son at 25 weeks pregnant, I was put on strict bedrest/modified bedrest for the duration of my pregnancy.
I remember the first time 2 nurses came in and told me it was time to walk. Sara was the nurse in charge of me. I hated her for about 15 minutes, but then loved her for the duration of my stay. Sara pushed me. She wasn't super personal, but I am so grateful to her for pushing me harder than I knew I was capable. I remember it being SUCH an effort just to roll over to one side in my hospital bed. Pillows and to be shoved and moved throughout the whole process, just to get me from my back to my right or left side. My husband had to help, my mom had to help, and the nurse had to help. I couldn't do it myself...the pain was too great. Enter Sara. Sara was the lucky nurse who got to teach me how to get up from my hospital bed and walk. Imagine, women, if you will, a bowling ball that continuously grows and pushes against a HEALING incision. Then imagine having to go against gravity, with that bowling ball, and stand. Oh my gosh, it was the MOST pain I have EVER experienced. Sara and another nurse had me on either side and Sara kept encouraging me to stand up. I cried, I begged, I pleaded to have her let me sit back down.
She wouldn't.
She kept telling me to just keep going and that I could do it. I was capable. I was almost there.
And then I was. I was standing and she even encouraged me to take my first couple steps to the bathroom. And then she helped me sit down so I could use the bathroom, since my catheter had been removed that day. After finishing business, as she waited outside the door, I took a deep breath and was able to get up from the toilet seat...on my own. I still needed help to get up from my hospital bed a few days there after, but little by little, it got easier.
For all intended purposes, I was handicapped. I had a temporary handicap parking permit and if we were going to the store, I had to use a wheelchair or one of those motor scooters. I was judged, and they didn't even know my story. But I knew my own journey and I refused to bend to the stares people would give me.
The glaring eyes don't know you. They can judge, but are you going to give in? Remind yourself that only YOU know your journey and you are making your journey better each and everyday.
Find your Sara. Find someone that will encourage you and can see where you want to go and will help you get there and firmly believe in you when you beg and plead them to let you rest and stop. Make sure they won't...because you'll be so grateful, when all is said and done, that they didn't give up on you. That they loved you enough to push you through.
Follow your dreams and never lose sight of them,
Camille
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