The difference in my case, friends, is legions.
Now, you might think ten pounds isn’t that big a deal. Healthy weight loss can be achieved losing an average of 1-2 pounds a week. I know this because I am an alum of Weight Watchers, Nutrisystem, South Beach, yada, yada, yada. In two months, I could be strolling with my posse wearing my Jimmy Choos into the place of my choosing, preferably one that allows for a wide age-range, say 30s to 80s. Yes, these places exist thanks to us baby boomers, and they don’t always play polka music.
But those ten pounds are actually symbolic. Because I’m looking for real change. And despite my very shallow inspiration from Mom’s Night Out, those ten pounds go deep.
People, I am very far from my goal.
Perhaps this is what Simone wants us to understand through the exercise. That where we are and where we want to be are real places that require actual steps. And it ain’t gonna happen with a glass of Chard in my fist, whiling away the hours watching a "Real Housewives" marathon--and damn if it isn’t Tuesday and my favorite housewives are back, the ladies of New York! Though I’m sending out some love to you, too, Melbourne.
Knowing what I want to get out of it--my night out with my gal pals--helps. It’s the inspiration photo of better times on the fridge, the promised shopping spree at the end of the dieting rainbow, the Post-its with affirmations placed strategically around the kitchen. And luckily, I recorded the movie so I can replay the scene as many times as needed.
But the fact remains that ten-pound-heavier-me and ten-pound-lighter-me are two different people with two very different life-style choices. And they appear worlds apart.
So if I am brutally honest with myself--if I am crystal clear, as Simone directs--me sitting on the couch, popping back crackers laden with gouda, washing them down with chardonnay, laughing at the newest housewives shenanigans and me doing forty minutes or more of cardio, eating my protein-loaded 1200 calories a day? These two women are like a rocket to Mars apart.
In the past, that image alone would have me pouring the wine and grabbing the remote. But I've been blogging and reading and, god-forbid, getting serious about making real change in my life. And I'm curious. What's it gonna take to get to Mars?
I'm ready to get off the couch.
This is my year of change. I hope you join me.
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