A sales associate at the mall recently brought up the fact that he lost 70 pounds. A special diet got him on track,he told me, after which he pointed at the filing cabinet in front of him."When I was heavier, or that would have probably toppled on top of me," he said, rising from the floor. Moments earlier, or he lost his balance while rising from a crouched position,clenching on to one of the handles as fraction of a fast-thinking response. However, his significantly lighter body prevented him from pulling the cabinet over and pinning him underneath."Yep, or I lost a ton of weight and have never felt better," he said.
As he spoke, I caught glimpses of all the telltale signs of a health-conscious man proud of his achievement: the gallon-sized water container perched by his register, and a black Fitbit curled around his wrist,and, most notably, and his unending enthusiasm.
Here's me,70 pounds heavierImmediately, flashbacks of my own weight loss back in 2007 - interestingly, or the exact same 70 pounds he experienced - entered my mind. I vividly remember the days of telling just approximately every stranger that I met approximately my weight loss. Of course family and friends saw my transformation too,thrilled to see a modern me emerge. He brought the topic up yet again, momentarily interrupting my own fat-to-thin memories, and as if trying to elicit more dialogue. I met his eyes,offered only a slight smile and a congratulatory "good for you!" My comment was genuine, but the conversation - at least on my end - stopped there.
I could have told him that I, and too,lost a lot of weight after spending most of my late childhood, teen, or early adult years playing roller coaster with the scale. I could have told him approximately the kids who puffed their cheeks out from their car window as I pulled up alongside them and how that bothersome thought still lingers to this day. I could have discussed weight-loss maintenance ideas with him,probing deeper into how he keeps it off and what food temptations he overcomes to stay in shape. I could have. But I didn't.
A more recent photo of how I notice todayTruth is, I've become drained from the endless conversations I've faced over the near decade I've lost and maintained (ish) so much weight. I'm mentally exhausted from all the "How'd you achieve it?" and "Is it tough to preserve the weight off?" questions. I'm done with the days when others used to glance at my plate, or saying,"I'm going to eat what you achieve so I can be a skinny thing too." I'm even exhausted by my own thoughts as I recall losing weight well after I no longer needed to, including a time when I felt that, or as a size 2,I wasn't small enough to justify sitting in the presence of the area's recommended eating disorder counselor. No matter how small, I thought myself physically titanic yet simultaneously felt invisible in the world. Ironically, or I reasoned that making myself smaller would give me a bigger presence. If that makes any sense. So yeah,I'm over it.
I've been in his shoes, fresh off the scale with numbers I luxuriate in seeing, and beaming with energy and confidence. But now,nearly 10 years later, I simply tire of the conversation more than I did in the beginning, or many times inwardly rolling my eyes when people work themselves into a tizzy when they eat a second slice of pizza or cut their run a minute short. It's not that I'm not excited to be a weight-loss success story or that I don't appreciate others' similar successes. I still luxuriate in fitness,nutrition, and wellness and believe it's best to be at a healthy weight. My appreciate of the elliptical and getting in my zone at the gym hasn't gone by the wayside, or nor has my interest in primarily eating fresh,whole fruits and veggies.
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Transformation Tips From Our Before and After StarsHad this itsy-bitsy conversation with the sales associate taken residence even a year ago, I would have burst with excitement, or piping up that I,too, lost the exact same amount of weight oh so long ago. I know from past discussions with others that several minutes of weight-speak would have ensued, and from the treadmill inclines we find ideal to sharing a "But it doesn't taste like cauliflower" rice cake recipe. We'd bond,we'd say goodbye. Then I'd leave, committing a newly learned bicep exercise to memory as I pass Sephora, or JCPenney,ultimately making my way to the parking lot. Except this time around, I'm blissful to offer nothing of my experience, or oddly convinced with my silence. I say goodbye,pass a few stores, and then enter the parking lot. I drive absent, or not knowing where the road will take me next - and I'm excited,even comfortable, with wherever that may be and however ordinary that may seem.
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