CHANGE YOUR MIND!
I do not know how many of you, especially those comrades in the fat, have spent years watching all of the fat loss shows. I am not ashamed to admit, I would spend days and hours with my snack of choice and my blubber butt sitting on the couch, cheering on my favorite player. However, on the dark side of that, I also judged every single fat person on those shows. It was either oh my god, I will never get THAT big or she’s not fat, she is comfortably squishy… I’d go on and have my little notepad next to me for any insight I could possibly gain to be as successful as these people. If they could do it so could I. Picture this, Sherie 1999, sitting on the couch stuffing her face with pizza watching people get tortured by having to do exercise for hours and hours on end. Better them than me! Nudges you, you know that’s what you all thought right along with me.
Its been years now since that show was on the air. Thinking back, I can only remember one thing that actually has stayed with me all of these years. One thing that made sense. (Not that I have completely implemented it, but we will get to that in a moment). Do you remember when JM was screaming at some poor woman on the Jacob’s Ladder, and she was crying and JM was screaming at her questions and pretty much the woman was sobbing she cannot do it or something along those lines. Then suddenly, out of the clear blue, like it came straight down a tunnel into my brain to embed itself, she screamed, “CHANGE YOUR MIND!”
Change your mind. Three seemingly simple words. Words so casual and yet momentous in the power they hold to achieve greatness and failure all in the same blink of an eye. Its a phrase that pulses with excitement. Anyone else having flashes of Beauty School Dropout singing in their head? Sings, “beauty school dropout, go back to high school.” But I digress.
I could very well go on to lament about the phrase, Change your Mind, and how its like a moment that can in fact change time. I can regal you with my motivational pep talk, bringing you to the edge of your seat ready to Change your Mind! But I am not going to. This isn’t a coaching session, geesh — everyone wants something for free. You want motivation, baby — pay me!
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But let’s be real. Actually effecting the change needed to change your mind, is hard. Its boring. It’s the excitement of a few heartbeats. Then — its a phrase that reminds you continuously of your failures.
Then what’s my point! My point is I have never changed my mind. Even now, when I am working once again to finally shed this fat from my body screaming in agony for the torture I have put it through carrying around the rock like weight of fat. That phrase, I love it. Vision board here it comes! It looks so good against the mirrored background of my fridge. But fizzle. Is that even a sentence? Fizzle, pufft maybe? That is the sound of my engagement with “CHANGE YOUR MIND.” It has remained with me for years and I do not know if its the epitome of my 25 years of failure, or my greatest success.
Success? How can I call anything success? Well, I’ve succeeded at not achieving what I would claim has been the utmost of my desire for yes about 25 years. What have you succeeded at? It is humbling to say that out loud in this world where the fat loss market is a billion dollar business. That billions of people have been failing at changing their minds for decades and its big business. When in the end, it does not cost anyone a dime to simply change their mind.
Anyone who has read my short blog here knows, I am dedicated to finally shedding the prison of fat that I have allowed to protect me from myself for over 25 years. Oh, and something is working — I am officially down from 268–255 as of today. I DID hit 249.6 but my mantra weight loss is not linear and a number like that would have to be consistent for me to believe its been “achieved.”
Again, I am continuing on my “non-regimented” concept that has caused me so many failures in the past and taking decisions as they come. Some times I make a good decision and others not so much. BUT, I have achieved more success than I have in a very long time. As I’ve say here this weekend, trying not to think of 249, though its teasing the back of my brain, I have realized I may have finally changed my mind.
It is not the epiphany of JM’s screaming “duh” moment from that popular TV show. It is not a zen moment of clarity. It is simply a nod of the head. The ones you get from strangers or associates as you pass in the hall. An acknowledgment.
And, I am okay with that.
