I have seen this quote a few times; I can't seem to find where it came from, if you know, then let me know and I'll cite it...
Losing weight is HARD.
Maintaining weight is HARD.
Being fat is HARD.
CHOOSE your HARD.
This healthy lifestyle thing is by no means the easiest thing I've ever done. But weighing 285 pounds wasn't exactly a picnic either.
Hard was: not being able to bathe my 5 year old daughter.
Hard was: not being able to buckle my seatbelt on the airplane.
Hard was: trying to find something in a size 22-24 that didn't make me look fat.
Hard was: seeing myself in pictures and believing that was actually me.
Hard was: smiling on the outside when I felt terrible, physically and emotionally, on the inside.
This picture still takes my breath away. I didn't recognize myself in the white shirt when I saw it. That was hard.
The results of the above hardships were leading me to being on cholesterol medication, alienating myself from my baby girl, continued and building self-loathing and eventually some very serious health complications. That would have been really hard.
Now my hard looks alot different.
Hard is: making healthy choices when people around me eat the foods of my past.
Hard is: being sore. Just about every day, some muscle is aching.
Hard is: missing family time to get another workout in.
Hard is: getting up at 5am and going outside in 20 degree weather to get a run in before work.
Hard is: being between underwear sizes.
My before picture July 2009...and September 2011 after a hard race.
I have chosen my hard. Every day for the last two and a half years. And while it is hard, no lie, sometimes there are days that it is easier than others. I have learned to enjoy how hard it can be; challenging my body to do more, work harder, sweat more. Knowing that sweat is my fat crying fuels me on to push myself to a new limit with every workout.
Why would anyone choose this hard?
Hard was running my fastest 5k (3.1 miles) in 32:16 (first race finished in 44:27).
Hard was running my first 10k race (6.2 miles), without stopping.
All that hard work led to me buckling the airplane seatbelt...and having plenty of room to spare.
All that hard work has led me to trade in my size 24 jeans for size 10 (and shrinking).
That's why I will continue to choose THIS hard. The healthy eating, challenging workout schedule, pushing myself to achieve things I never imagined I could kind of hard.
I wouldn't have it any other way. The sweat, tears, sprains, strains and imperfect journey that I've had. It has all been worth it. And so I'll press on.
Which hard are you choosing?