some motivation

So, I was reading Shape on Saturday (while on the StairMaster…I can only read Shape when I exercise, otherwise it just depresses me) and I found this very interesting tidbit:

when negative thinking pays off

Pessimists may have an advantage when it comes to weight loss, say researchers at the University of Bath in England. In a recent study, people who pictured what they’d look like if they failed to maintain an exercise program were more likely to stick with it than those who envisioned themselves successful. “Fear can motivated you to take actions,” says study co-author Brett Martin, a professor of consumer behavior. If your workout resolve wanes, imagine yourself carrying extra pounds. After that, you won’t be able to lace up your sneakers fast enough.

So, what do you guys think?

I’ll tell you what I think. It’s true. I know that people always say to visualize where you want to be. You know, the power of positive thinking. Well, I am now a believer in the power of FEAR.

After returning home from the gym, I donned a bathing suit and took some “before” pics (a one piece racing suit, on a chubby super white girl, after a long winter…the worst possible look EVER and no, none of you will EVER be seeing them), and let me tell you, those images haunts me everywhere I go, every bite I take. It seems to be all I see in my mind’s eye.

Guess who was at the gym tonight…no hesitations, no excuses, only fear; fear of looking like this for the rest of my life. I liken it to the first time I saw a smoker’s lung and thought, “I never want to smoke”.

Now, I don’t know that I recommend it for everyone but, for me, it seems to be working; so well, in fact, that when I start to imagine what I will look like when I get to my goal weight, I force that image out and replace it with my “before” picture.

I also hope that no one reads this and thinks my only motivation for wanting to lose weight is to look better. Of course it’s a motivation (and a big one), but it’s not the only one.

ETA: I am loving the comments. I do want to reiterate that I do not recommend this for everyone. I also want to say that this is not about me hating my body. In fact, I think the motivation to exercise actually makes me feel better about it. Like last night, I was swimming laps (yes, in a one piece that is not super attractive) and while I am aware of what I look like in a bathing suit, I also love that my body is capable of so much. I also like focusing on changing what I look like without an “ideal” in mind. This way I am really focused on improvement, rather than a size I want to be, a weight I want to weigh, etc. Does that make sense?

third time’s a charm

A conversation.

WW lady: How are you today?

Me (eyes still puffy from yesterday’s events): Not great. I haven’t been here in a while…and I know what went wrong, so please don’t ask.

WW lady: Don’t worry. I won’t.

Me: Well, maybe it depends on the person, but if I had stepped on that scale and you had asked me if I knew what happened, it would probably have reduced me to tears.

WW lady: Don’t worry.

I step on the scale with much fear and trepidation.

Me: Well, glad that’s over with.

It’s bad…but I’m not all the way back to where I started…and I knew it was going to be bad because I got on my own scale this morning.

WW lady (with just the slightest hesitation, a very calm voice and kind smile): Do you have a plan?

Me (shocked that she has the nerve to ask me anything, but glad that she was looking forward and not back): Yes.

WW lady: Good.

Me: I’m just going to focus on tracking my points…and I have a great support group.

WW lady: That’s great. (I am starting to feel better.) Just focus on that one thing. That’s it. Don’t worry about anything else. Are you planning on coming to a meeting next week?

Me (caught completely off guard as I wasn’t planning on it because I am going to be in Nashville next weekend, but I couldn’t say that so instead I just blurt out…): Yes. But I need to come on Wednesday and I don’t know when the meetings are.

WW lady (walks over to grab me a schedule): Here you go. The times that are listed are the weigh-in times. The meeting will start 30 minutes later.

Me: Okay. (I start to walk away and then realizing that she forgot to give me my new book for the week.) Could I get the book for week three?

WW lady: I’m so sorry. (And she really is.) Here’s the book, and this will be really good for you this week. It goes through all of the different meeting topics, essentially, and is full of some great little exercises for you to go through.

Me: Thank you.

End scene.

I don’t think I could have asked for a better experience today, under the circumstances. This woman, a complete stranger, but someone who has been in my shoes (at least in this regard), was so understanding and compassionate. It was exactly what I needed. Not what I got last time: an abrupt know-it-all type who (maybe) thought that shame was the best method to get me back in regularly.

So here we go again, for the third time. I have no great advice today. No deep insights. No huge lofty goals to share. Just a conversation and hope for good things to come.

dear you…inspired by the emotional roller coaster i’ve been riding all day

From the top…

Dear Job,

The truth is I’m pretty much over you. While the position of glorified secretary was exactly what I needed for the last year and a half, you have now outstayed your welcome…or I have outstayed mine, as the case may be. I’m tired of rarely needing to use my brain. I’m tired of feeling guilty because my actual work takes very little time…or thought. I’m tired of being surrounded by the inefficiencies of academia. I’m tired of working for a “not-for-profit” type of operation. Yep…I’m done. But, I refuse to leave a trail of chaos behind, so I am going to work my tail off for the next five weeks or so. But, I must say, May 9th will be a good day. Although, I will miss several of the people with whom I work…though not all of them.

With much impatience,

Chloe

Dear Coworkers,

I was referring to the job, not you. And if you are reading this, it’s because you know it exists, which would be a clear indication that you are one of the people I am going to miss.

Love,

Chloe

Dear Nev,

Sometimes you really, really, really hurt my feelings. And sometimes you are really grumpy. And sometimes those two things, combined with PMS, will cause me to cry intermittently all day long. I realize that in your world, fiscal responsibility is the end all be all of goodness in a human being. However, I do not live in your world. I live in my world.

With a tear-stained face and puffy eyes,

Chloe

Dear BFFs,

Thanks for wanting to go to lunch with me today and sitting through all of my tears. Thanks for chatting with me online and being sympathetic even though your situation is similar…and perhaps more difficult than my own. Thanks for letting me rain on your respective parades. Thanks for being good listeners. It’s a good thing we have the internet, or all of your relocations would be too much for me to handle.

Love,

Chloe

Dear Ticket Scalpers,

I think you are evil. I know that’s harsh, but I really do. I know many of you have justifications for why you did what you did today, but I really do think it’s wrong, especially for an event held in celebration of our nation’s birthday. Especially when the people most excited to see Mylie Cyrus are kids and tweenies. Especially when this is an event that some families go to every year as part of their family tradition and now they won’t be able to, unless they are willing to pay 2-10 times the original ticket price. Especially when I was online right when the tickets went on sale and I couldn’t even get one. I hope some of you reconsider.

Just remember, Karma’s a b#@!$ and She generally gets her revenge.

And to those of you who are considering purchasing tickets from scalpers, I hope you will take the opportunity to think about the value of money and what you are teaching your children by doing so. Mylie Cyrus is going to be paid either way. Do you really want your children growing up believing that one show was so “important” that is was worth hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars?

Sincerely,

A girl who is totally disgusted by the things people will do to make money

Dear Birth Mothers,

You are amazing women. Thank you for being so absolutely and completely selfless.

With all the sincerity and love I have,

Chloe

Dear Siblings,

Thank you for being fabulous! Thank you for listening to me go on and on…and on today, and attempting to understand me through all of my tears. Thank you for knowing me so well that when you answered the phone, you knew something was wrong before I even started talking. Thank you for your sound advice…and sitting on the phone with me much longer than I’m sure you wanted to. And thank you for being honest with me, so that when you agreed with me today, I could feel totally validated in my anger, frustration and hurt feelings. Thank you for providing me with beds and couches to crash on, places to visit, and, occasionally, income. I feel pretty blessed.

Love,

Your sister, who really hopes that she gives you guys as much as you give her

Dear Eyes,

I am really, really sorry about today. I know you never give me any grief. You don’t even have any vision issues. But I manage to cause you pain frequently enough. But really, it’s not me, it’s my over active tear ducts. Blame them. I’m sorry you are going to be so sore and swollen tomorrow. I am going to try really hard not to cry anymore…but I’m guessing it’s not going to work. I know that’s not the most positive way of thinking, but I have to be honest. Just know that your pain is my pain, too.

Sincerely,

The girl with the Scandinavian genetics that really bug her from time to time

Dear WWs’ Scale,

Please be nice to me tomorrow. Pretty, pretty please.

Sincerely,

The girl who is back…finally…with lots and lots of support

Dear PMS,

Why is it that you always, always come when I have a bad day; a day that I could normally handle without too much grief…or any tears? I’m sick of you.

With no love…especially since your existence is not doing me any good whatsoever,

Chloe

plenty to say

Just no real desire to say it. The photo? The fabulous food I ate after doing a little grocery shopping at Whole Foods in Los Altos. I love Whole Foods. Love. It. I can’t believe I haven’t posted about my trip to California. Maybe that’s because I’m sad to be back. I love it there. I know it’s expensive, but there’s a reason so many people want to live there.

Yes, Utah has some good qualities, and Amie was right, come spring (if it ever does come) I do like it here. But it’s just different. Utah will never feel like home to me. I’m a Bay Area girl, apparently.

And the cheeses? All local California cheeses.

obsessed with and addicted to…

  • food
  • eating out
  • the Wall Street Journal
  • tweezing…anything
  • 100 calorie packs
  • Fortune
  • reading blogs
  • the Internet
  • secret blogs
  • success
  • traveling
  • spending money
  • working (just not the work I’m paid to do)
  • communicating
  • facebook
  • email
  • reading
  • learning
  • thinking
  • dental hygiene
  • professional clothes
  • new camera lenses
  • being needed
  • perfection
  • thank you notes
  • shopping
  • my chubby body
  • makeup
  • products (skin, hair, whatever)
  • ordering things online
  • new music
  • debating
  • news
  • movies
  • volunteering
  • luxury

It’s a really good thing I never started smoking, drinking, gambling, etc.

If only I could get sleep onto the list. It’s not that I can’t sleep…I just don’t. Oh, and running.

Off to bed I go. Seriously. My head on the pillow before 10. That’s the goal. Too bad I have to floss, brush, mouthwash and retain (it’s a verb, I swear) my teeth, and wash, tone and moisturize my face…and eyes, and tweeze any random hair that managed to grow today. Fifteen minutes? As if!