By Sheena Barnett
In the last month and a half or so, I’ve done the impossible: lost nearly 20 pounds. I know, that’s not a lot – but really, it is.
For anyone else who has faced the battle with the bulge, you know that losing any weight feels impossible, and on the worst days, actually seems impossible.
It’s been impossible for nearly 20 years now, since I started packing on the pounds at age 10.
Since then, you see, I’ve wanted to lose weight, but I just didn’t.
I’d lose a bit, but gain more.
I’d work out with my friends, but then have fast food for lunch.
I’d change my diet, then, and eat mostly salads – but then I’d sit for hours playing video games.
I wanted to lose weight, sure, but I just didn’t want it bad enough.
Over the summer, something changed, and my want changed.
I was almost diagnosed (if that’s even possible) with being borderline pre-diabetic (is that even an actual disease). I was fed up with feeling bad, physically and emotionally.
I felt like I was wasting my 20s, wishing for smaller, cuter clothes, comparing myself to other girls, wishing I had a magic button to make the weight go away.
I finally felt different about losing weight. I really wanted to lose it this time.
So I did.
I went to the doctor and was put on a no carb, no sugar diet – not so easy to do when you have an aversion to doctors and a fondness for sweets.
I joined a gym.
I always said I didn’t have the time to go, but I’ve made exercising a priority. I can’t remember what I used to do, what I found so important, that kept me from the gym before.
These last several weeks have not been easy.
It was difficult, at first, to say no to cookies and cornbread while everyone around me gobbled it down. Now, I can’t say I miss any of that unhealthy food (except for fried rice, which will always be my kryptonite).
It was difficult, at first, to go to the gym and do these exercises my body wasn’t used to. It was difficult to work out when my muscles were tired or I wasn’t mentally up to going. Still, I went.
More than 15 pounds and 9 inches later, I’m glad I’ve stuck with it.
I feel so much better.
I have so much energy, to the point that it’s obnoxious. I’m working on my weird little addictive relationship with food, and I’ve experimented with foods that I might not have tried before.
Speaking of that – hey restaurants, can’t we come up with a more interesting and inventive side dish than some kind of potato?
But I digress.
I still have a ways to go: my goal is a mere 60 pounds away.
Now, 60 pounds doesn’t feel impossible. It feels … well … possible.
And that makes all the difference.
Contact Daily Journal writer Sheena Barnett at 678-1580 or email@example.com.