in december of last year without a formal plan, i began to change the way i eat. it was the right time seeing that i baked pounds of goodies for xmas. i got so burned out of it i just couldn't take it anymore.
my husband & i drove to georgia where his family lives for the holidays. within that time through new years, i switched instantly to fruit. in georgia, neighbors share goods like fruits, plants, eggs & honey. i think when you come off processed sugar, like heroin, it's smart to go straight to peaches.
at least it worked for me.
i started to take a hard look at my physique. i had been avoiding it for years, never gazing in a mirror, thinking all my clothes just shrunk. the scale had to be wrong. i couldn't be this heavy. because i was always strong from the astanga. it just did not look that way from the outside. the doctors said i was borderline obese. i often heard the voice of a student i taught in thailand years ago. she asked me point blank
why are you fat?
which was curious because she was fatter than me.
perhaps it's in the translation. for a thai person to speak even a little english is impressive. i know i could not fathom speaking thai. everyone has a nickname so it's much easier for all of us. like ning. joy. kun. minh.
i thought about it. because i did not really consider myself "fat", i just let it go. but her question has lingered in my head for 8 years now.
i had tried to diet before. i failed because of impatience. that's usually how it goes for anything. patience is indeed a virtue. if you stay on the path, the months will pass before you know it. and 8 months later......
i lost 32 pounds.
my clothes don't fit me anymore. how did this happen? i researched & put it into action. like astanga, you have to practice & trust in order to understand if it works or not. i learned that the root of all evil is sugar. this includes all carbohydrates because it turns into sugar in the body. i followed that strictly for months, only recently allowing myself the occasional gelato & burger. i lost one pound a week. i got a digital scale & weighed in fairly regularly, trying not to obsess at the numbers. they can fluctuate 3 lbs. in either direction.
i actually have gotten to the point where i don't want to lose any more weight. but that's a better problem.
i'm damn happy in my new body. just being lighter makes life more joyful. & i can wear all my cute t-shirts that were a joke before.
have you ever picked up a 32 lb. weight? that's going to make a difference on your joints, your spine, your knees & hips. the yoga practice is way more fun because it's easier to pick your body up off the floor. easier to bind because your fat belly isn't in your way. but this is minor compared to the actual health benefits. i am 50 & know a lot of people who can't climb a flight of stairs. who can't get out of a chair without knee pain. whose suffering affects everything about them. i know my own mood & self esteem were damaged.
the realization that i can still make something happen for myself that is positive is a very exciting game changer & has given me the boost of confidence i never knew i needed.
life is short. t's smart to make the most of it.