|Inka trail, January 3rd, 2013|
Talking about weightloss
The first time I posted a progress pic to Instagram I immediately deleted it. I wasn't ready to share with the world my "before" because I wasn't even ready to accept that as my "before". I've always known that I was overweight, but I tried to never let it bother me. In fact, I made a point of always making sure my weight was not the reason I could not do something. But by focusing on making it not an issue, I was slowly creating a scary (and literal) elephant in the room. I was not comfortable talking about it. When you voice something it becomes real and part of me was terrified of making my weight loss journey a real thing. Now, talking about my journey is something that makes me excited. I'm over the moon about the changes I've made in my life and excited to share as I go along. I've accepted that this is a "real thing".
Stand Up Paddleboarding
I was sitting in the back of the car in Austin during my July 4th vacation when my sister suggested stand up paddleboarding (SUP). The funny thing about this is that she has been suggesting going SUP for YEARS. What was the difference this time, you might ask? Well, for starters, there was another person in the car with us.
Enter: Sam. Whereas I am seeing red signs and do not pass go at the suggestion of paddleboarding, Sam gets very very excited. Turns out, she has done it before and had a great time. I remained dubious. I have a funny (and not effective) tactic when I'm scared of doing something. I just start hoping/wishing/praying that it won't work out. Even after it had been decided we were going to go paddleboarding, I was just sitting there thinking that the store might be closed or there would be too long of line for us to go. Wrong.
It all worked out and 45 minutes later I was sitting on a board terrified of standing up. When you are overweight, balance is one of those things that you aren't that great at. I didn't want to fall in the water, but what would have been worse for me (and more embarrassing) was giving up. I gritted my teeth and felt super afraid while moving wobbly legs on a tilting board. One leg followed the other and I stood up for the first time. I was super unsteady, but I was on my way!
I've now gone paddleboarding three times and I actually enjoy it. I've fallen in once and guess what. It wasn't even that big of a deal.
What have you done lately that scares you?