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Thursday, August 7, 2008

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

So, what are you going to do about it?

I think this question can offer the solution to just about any problem, issue, or concern. (Insert big "DUH!" here) Ultimately, I think all of us Fat Chicks finally figure out that we are the solution to our weight issues. It is the answer and as difficult as it is to ask this question and then answer it truthfully and realistically, you have to in order to move forward.

While it may seem a simplistic approach to weight loss, this question is at the core of what got me started. It's my mantra that starts almost every day. When I just can't seem to summon the energy to pull out of bed, get the workout clothes on, and get moving, I ask myself this question. Being overweight is hard. Losing weight is hard. It's all hard. And it's all on me.

I got this question from my mother's doctor. Not even mine! When my mom told me how her doctor had asked her this question, it was a changing moment in my life. Funny how that happens, isn't it? I literally heard harps, saw the light bulb ping above my head and from that point forward, I was taking healthy steps.

While I don't like to admit it, I know I was constantly making excuses about my unhealthy life. I wasn't that fat. I was eating healthy, it had to be genetics. I can eat as much as he can. I can't work out, I don't have the time. The list is endless and none of them hold up to the question, "So, what are you going to do about it?"

No one else, nothing else made me fat, but me. And no one, but me, will get me fit again. It's very simple, but oh so hard.

1 comment:

  1. The whole self responsibility thing can be a bummer, that's true--but for me, finally copping to my obesity being my own fault was a truly liberating moment.

    If I'd done this to myself, if the condition of my life and the body I lived it in was a product of my own choices, if the fault was mine...then so was the power to change it.

    So I am.

    I made excuses for far too long, and one day I got tired of having to come up with yet another one.

    Glad I stopped by to read.



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