For the last 2 years I’ve been trying to lose the 10 pounds I gained on a 3 week vacation Down Under. When I use the word “trying” what I really mean is I look at the scale and say, “Why the heck aren’t you going down?” and then proceed to eat ice cream while watching the Biggest Loser. As we all know, but don’t want to admit, there are no results without effort. It’s painful to acknowledge but it’s true.
In an attempt to finally get results and be inspired to put in some effort, a group of friends and I gave ourselves a 6 week challenge starting on Valentines Day and ending on April Fools. We each put $15 in the pot and the top 3 people who lose the greatest percentage of weight win the money. For the first 2 and a half weeks of this challenge I was knocked on my butt by some sort of cold. I felt just well enough to do my job (sort of) but I would have preferred to have been on my couch. There was no extra energy to do anything so I didn’t (twist my arm).
Now, however, I am back to my old self, including the weight I want to lose. In addition to this group challenge my added incentive is a Florida vacation where I will most likely need to don a bathing suit after months of New Hampshire winter. If translucent were a color that would be me. So, the idea of my pasty white slightly plumpish body is motivating me like nothing else in the last 2 years has. As a result I finally get to the point of this post: practicing what I preach. What I generally preach is the need to get moving, try new things, and push yourself so, for the first time in probably 2 years I went to a Spinning class. On a Sunday morning. I have to admit that this probably wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t planned to meet a friend there. My presence did not go unnoticed by the other people in the class who either come to my non-Spinning classes or just know me as a trainer. I got a lot of, “Whoa, what are you doing here?” and “I didn’t know you took Spinning!” I pretty much had to announce to the class that I hadn’t done it in a long time and it would probably kill me. I’m sure it was very motivational for them to see me, an instructor, sweating my buns off, breathing heavy and getting out of my comfort zone. I have to admit it was motivational for me to see them doing the same.
Now that we’ve done it once my friend and I have marked our calendars to do it again for the next 2 weeks. We have a goal, we’ve written it down, and we have each other to rely on – all the things I tell my clients to do to get them motivated. If, no WHEN, I stick to this, I’m going to discover that I actually know what I’m talking about.