“All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to
pursue them.” Walt Disney
I remember when I needed to wear size 3XL scrubs. I was
miserable, but I had given up. I assumed I was just destined to be fat. And it
was embarrassing to work in an ER and be nearly 300 pounds. I wanted to weigh
less, but I was afraid to try, because I was afraid to fail. Again. I dreamt of
being “near normal”, of wearing clothes that did not come from a “Big and Tall”
section of the store.
When I finally made the decision, my wife and I started a
“diet”. We lost weight, for a while, and then we predictably put it back on.
Finally, in May 2011, I decided that enough was enough and started using
LoseIt
and she started using Weight Watchers. We both realized that if we didn’t take
action—now—things would only get worse, until very bad things began to happen.
We were both committed to our goal, and yet we were both
scared. We were worried about what our friends and relatives would say, but the
compliments and the sharp little attacks, such as, “Oh, so you’re trying to
lose weight again, hm? What makes you think it will work this time?”
We were afraid of failing.
We didn’t stop. We lost weight. We donated clothes as soon
as the no longer fit. We have supported our local Goodwills with all our
donated clothes (and we shop there, too.) We got more active. I started walking
and discovered that I enjoy it. I bought a
Fitbit. My wife got active with DVD
exercise routines and yoga.
And the losses continued. We continued to be afraid of
failing, of reverting back to our old habits. We developed a habit of planning
a week’s worth of meals, and buying only what we need for the meals. We got
into the habit of walking our dog once or twice a day. We started parking as
far from the entrance to stores as possible and getting extra walking. I
stopped using elevators.
We continued have successes and we continued to be fearful
of this being only temporary. We solidified our habits, sort of making them
institutionalized. We developed a grocery shopping list that I have on my
computer to make shopping more efficient. We have our weekend routine of
hitting various thrift stores together. We eat meals together when my
teaching/clinical schedule allows it, sitting at the dinner table, not in front
of the TV. We get up early in the morning to walk and workout. We eat a hearty
breakfast and I prepare every day. I pack our lunches and snacks for the day.
We stopped feeling “fear” about slipping back. We were too
focused on our plan to have time to worry. We just kept on doing what was
working. Life became routine. Weighing and measuring food was normal. The
losses continued.
And then I hit my goal. To reinforce my commitment, I
tattooed a phrase on my right wrist, forever reminding me to never quit. (An explanation of the phrase can be found in a
blog post from January 19, 2012.)My
wife continued to lose weight. Fear of failure subsided, but was replaced by
eternal vigilance. And the fear of regaining. I continued to weigh/measure my food, and log everything. I
still do, and plan to continue until the day arrives where I am unable to care
for myself.
My wife’s losses have eclipsed my own. Her success has been
remarkable and serves as my inspiration. She is my hero. My maintenance for 16+
months serves as her inspiration, as validation that successes can be realized.
She calls me her hero.
We started this journey out of fear. We feared what
could—no, what would—happen if we left our habits and practices continue
unchecked. In the ER, I cared for people who had heart attacks and strokes.
Diabetes and high blood pressure were common conditions. I was afraid of that.
Moreover, I was afraid that when I had my heart attack—not if, but when—I would
be that patient who required a “team boost” because I was too heavy for two
people to move in the bed. I was ashamed of myself in advance.
Fear propelled us into action, and helped to keep us on
track. Our fear of failure was great. It was not great enough to prevent us
from quitting, but it was great enough to serve as a light whip at our
backs. We used it to motivate us, not to
cripple our efforts.
Our dreams are coming true, because we were not too afraid
to act. We had the courage to succeed. As David Joseph Schwartz said, “Do what
you fear and fear disappears.”
John Wayne said it even better: “Courage is being scared to
death...and saddling up anyway.”
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