Apparently all of my ailments can be explained because of my weight. Which totally sucks because now that means I finally have to do something about it.
Lately I’ve been experiencing quite a bit of heartburn. I’ve been taking an over-the-counter heartburn medication called Zantec almost daily for the past month. Fast forward to Saturday when I went to the doctor about my cough. Apparently the heartburn medicine could be the cause.
The doctor gave me different stuff for my heartburn, which won’t cause a cough. (Although, two days later and my cough still persists. She says to give it three weeks -so, we’ll see.) In addition, she basically said that if I wasn’t overweight I wouldn’t get heartburn. Actually, she said (in a diplomatic tone) that heartburn is caused because most of us carry a little extra weight (said she who is very thin). Okay. I get it. I’m fat. And, since I asked, it’s also the cause of my snoring.
So? Thursday night, Adrian and I joined Weight Watchers. We are now both paper carrying Points counters. Each of us have a significant amount of weight to lose, but we don’t want to do anymore crazy fad dieting. Sensible and healthy so that we can keep it off for good.
A few years ago I lost fifty pounds and then systematically sabotaged myself back into being over weight. Why? Because I – got – issues! It stings because I was there! I was so close to my goal weight. I was getting the compliments and I was feelin’ gooood. I could shop anywhere I wanted – not just the tubby stores. And then…I fell off the band wagon. It started with ice mochas. Oh they made me feel ill at first since I’d been eating healthy for so long, but I persevered. Then I had potato chips, and…ah hell. The list goes on. It was barbecue season. Which, incidentally, is much harder to live through than Christmas. For me, anyway. Hamburgers, chips, ice cream…and booze. These are all standard guests at a neighbourhood get-together around the fire.
And now, I haven’t restricted my eating in at least two years. Where other people say, “Ohhh, no thank-you”, I say, “Bring it on!”. Butter pecan latte? Yes, please. French fries? Yes, please. Steak and potato? Yes, please. Ice cream for dessert? Absolutely. And yes, that could all be in one day. A Points disaster.
You know, I wasn’t surprised when I gained it all back. And not just because of all of the food. In fact, I was foreseeing the possible outcome at the very beginning. Even before I’d lost all the weight. I have this underlying belief, I’ve discovered, that when a person loses weight they won’t be able to keep it off. I see evidence of this all around me! My mom for one. My friends. Me. If you’ve got the kind of body that gains weight easily you’re basically screwed.
I am going to disprove that theory. I have to because this extra sixty pounds is not doing me any favours. Heartburn and the possibility of Sleep Apnea are just the beginning. Do I need something more serious to wake me up?
Micheal Losier, who wrote “The Law of Attraction”, says that in order to disprove a limiting belief I must just ask myself one question. Is there anyone on the planet who has ever lost weight and then kept it off? My answer is, of course, yes! Which means if it’s possible for the thousands of other people on the planet then it’s possible for me too.
So, this is the beginning. Or the middle. Depending on which way you look at it. But it’s definitely not the end.