What’s up with Our Weight?
The latest statistics on obesity present a sobering truth about weight in the United States, literally reaching epidemic proportions . 58 Million of our fellow brothers and sisters are overweight, 40 million are considered to be obese and 3 million have reached the morbidly obese definition. If that isn’t staggering enough, how about another statistic that shook me at my core: eight out of 10 over 25’s are considered overweight. 80%!!!
What in the heck is going on here? And what can we do about it? Apathy and ignorance are not the same thing. I don’t know is an empowering statement, encouraging one to seek answers and solutions. I don’t care will generally create the same results over and over again. As the old axiom goes, it’s also the definition of insanity.
Because there is no such thing as an ideal body weight… at best, there is only a healthy weight range, according to Anne Collins’ (no relation) weight loss program website . Her weight loss programs are approved and recommended by physicians and also promises no gimmicks, which I consider key to any successful practice.
Many years ago when I returned to the US from a two-year stint in the UK, I brought more than cherished English mementos back with me; namely 20 extra pounds, distributed evenly from my larger head to the expanded size of my feet. Because the weight wasn’t confined to my mid-section or derriere, I wasn’t as conscious of the pounds creeping up as one might expect. It wasn’t until I stood, naked, in front of a mirror that I got it, loud and clear. That wasn’t my body I was looking at. Well, it actually was, but I didn’t recognize it. “How did this happen,” I asked myself?
I knew darned well out it happened. Fourteen hour days on various movie sets with ample “honey wagon” fast food contributed amply. Neglecting to incorporate any daily exercise regimen for two years also added to the staggering number I saw when I stepped on the scale. I couldn’t fool me.
As someone who trusted in my capacity to change pretty much anything within my grasp, including losing weight, I started to ask myself some hard questions. Do you love who you are? What does loving yourself mean to you? Does it mean eating healthful, nourishing food? Does it mean honoring your body by taking good care of it? Are you willing to take personal responsibility for who and what you see what you look in the mirror?
After answering yes to all of those questions, I called a nutritionist/exercise fanatic friend of mine and started that day to love myself better. I encourage you to do the same. Twenty less pounds later, I remembered an old English proverb that I just adore: Don’t dig your grave with your own knife and fork.
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