Hey lady, mooooooove over!!

Do you hear the subtle mooing of cows?
I do.

Something came to me last night.  I know I've probably heard it before.  Heck, I've probably even said it before.  It came to me via the Internet.  Yea technology!  You flippin' rock my world!


Last night I watched some TV with my parents.  It's been years now since I've seen "The Biggest Loser" and I really wanted to watch an episode.  My parents graciously allowed me to commandeer their TV for the better part of 2 hours, and even let me delete a couple of shows they were planning on Tivo-ing, so I could record it and zoom through the commercials.  That's love, my friends, that's love.

I really enjoyed watching "The Biggest Loser," and I'll admit, I was in the TV viewing mood when I got home, so I surfed around and found A&E's new show, "Heavy."  Yea for free TV on the Internet!  You also rock my world!!  If you haven't seen it, the show follows morbidly obese people around as they are given the chance to live in a controlled environment for a month, learn to exercise, and learn how to eat healthier.  At the end of the month, they're sent back home to try to continue their new habits for 5 more months and hopefully, lose weight and become healthier -- these are some BIG people, so they don't get normal in 6 months, but they do get better.

On the episode I was watching last night, one of the individuals was a lady who was constantly coming up with reasons why she couldn't do the program.  The exercise hurt too much, it was too hard, she didn't want to bust her ass...just over and over and over.

And I thought to myself,
"Oh my gosh, that's ME!"

It's weird to see yourself on national television in such a negative light.  But I couldn't refute it.  That girl was saying some of the very same things I've said right here on this blog.  And boy, WAS SHE ANNOYING!

So, I apologize if my constant whining about how hard this all is has annoyed you.  Perhaps you, like me last night, sit and take it all in, not unlike a horribly disfiguring traffic accident.  You're disgusted by what you see, but unable to peel your eyes away.  That's somewhat how I felt last night.

But, at the end, finally, she redeems herself.  She says this one phrase that stuck in my brain like crusty poo  on a baby's ass...

(I just knew you'd appreciate that visual.)


She said, "The only thing keeping me from reaching success...is me."

Well, D'UH!!

That's what I thought at first.
But then I took a moment.
And thought about that statement.
And pondered on it.
Mused on it.
And contemplated it.

And I came to the realization that this one sentence is the simple, definitive truth about weight loss.
I am the only thing holding me back.
There's nothing and no one else that I can blame my lack of success on.
Nothing else is responsible for my failure.
It's not the food.
It's not the ice cream.
It's not the exercise.
It's not my hatred of said exercise.
It's not my schedule.
It's not my husband's crazy hours.
It's not my raging female hormones.
It's not Aunt Flo.
It's not the worst day ever.
It's not the best day ever.
It's not because it's a Friday/the weekend/a birthday/a holiday/Kwanzaa/or Rosh Hashanah.  


it's me

me

What a little word.
What a little thing to cause so many big problems.

But, now I'm left with the question, "So now what do I do?"

Well, I'm not sure.
But, I'm starting out by telling myself to moooove over, and get out of the way of my success.

I am in control of my own destiny.
I am in control of my own success.
If I succeed or if I fail, I have no one to hold accountable for the outcome,  but myself.

Dang it!  I really liked blaming my weight on exercise-based phobia and ice cream addiction!