At some point in society, saying you want to lose weight fell out of fashion. Maybe this is a remnant of the fat-acceptance movement. Maybe people tired of failing on the scale and turned to the more general term “healthy.” And maybe I was one of them.
But I was lying to myself. I want to lose weight. I need to lose weight. While I’m not sure which is the chicken and which the egg, I am positive these two notions are connected.
After gaining ten pounds in a month, I felt terrible. I was running some during this time but doing little else. This can’t continue, exactly what I said over 14 months ago.
The failures don’t bother me, much. At least I was trying. When I just let myself go, that gets to me. Don’t lose control.
Now, my goals are weight loss and completing a half-marathon in October. My goal for the race is set a personal record (PR). It only really means something to me and I’m going to get it a heck of a fight. To reach that goal will be much easier if I’m another 15-20 pounds lighter. More incentive to lose some weight.
I’m not going to tell anyone else to lose a few pounds, that’s a personal decision. I’m also not going to apologize for taking the steps necessary for me to drop the excess 60+ pounds that hang on my body.
What I’m most surprised about, and what spurred me to write this post, is that I am getting the most flak from my fellow fat people. When I’ve talked openly about weight loss, they lecture me about health being the priority or derisively dismiss the steps I’m taking to drop the pounds. The community where I thought I’d have the most support is most often judgmental and dismissive.
This saddens me because I support all of you, as long as your methods are not dangerous (like eating disorders). I’ve got your back weather or not you’ve got mine. Lose weight, don’t, whatever you want.
I do hope someday soon you join me in standing up and saying weight loss goals are ok, even good. Maybe we’d all feel better if we dropped some lbs. and set some new goals.