I’m enjoying my new set up living with my friends Hilary and Chris. I’ve been doing a good job of setting up a new routine and I’m finally settling in. Now I just need to figure out a way to buy running shoes and get outside to workout! I’m supposed to start running again tomorrow, but I’m not sure that will happen. I might have to put running shoes on my Christmas list and hope Santa loves me this year. We will see. Until then I’m stuck inside with my workout tapes. I miss you, nature.
I’ve been thinking about how last week when my mom and one of my brothers met me at the airport, I was shocked by what my brother looked like. I had only been gone three months but it seemed like he had grown 2 full inches and lost at least 20 pounds. He was never huge, but he was noticeably thinner now.
I didn’t want to ask or say anything about it, but I did remark that he seemed taller. Later on he started talking about how he lost weight and he looks good and all. I wouldn’t disagree, but I kind of disagree with his methods of losing weight.
My brother somewhere along the line realized he wasn’t healthy and needed to lose weight. I agree with that – he was eating fast food for almost every meal and drinking so much coke it boggled my mind. So the decision to be healthier/thinner/stronger/whatever that he came to was a good decision. If he had continued on that path he would be on a very, very dangerous path for the future. So I’m glad he decided to make positive changes.
Some people though, must always make extreme changes when they decide to change. If they decide to eat more vegetables, they decide to go vegetarian or even vegan. If they decide to pay down their debt, they spend every waking second focused on throwing more money at it. If they want to eat less, they cut down their calories to dangerous levels. If they decide to lose weight, they go to extreme methods to do so.
That is what my brother did, or at least what it seems like he did. He stopped eating fast food for three meals a day and instead decided to eat less – just one meal a day. (Now he eats one meal a day plus some snacks.) He also decided to start running, which we had all suggested to him before. But when he decided to start running he ran sprints. Everything he did to lose weight was the extreme version of what we suggested he should do. It all worked for him, but I wonder about the process since I wasn’t here to watch.
I always wonder about the people who go to extreme measures to lose weight because I’ve never been that way. I’m not an all or nothing kind of person. I’m happy with turtle slow steady progress and don’t mind waiting years for the results I want. I’m not one who beats myself up if I have a bad day once in a while – I just move on instead of trying to “make up for it” by cutting calories or being super strict. Because I’m flexible and don’t resort to any extreme measures I always wonder about the people who do.
What makes them do this? Why is losing weight so important that they make their life hell or resort to possibly dangerous methods? Why is doing something in the most extreme way the only way they can do anything?
I don’t understand these people because I’m not one of them. Some of you might be. In fact, some of you are. I read your blogs, I know. But I don’t always understand you. I don’t always understand why you do certain things to yourself. I hope in the end it makes you happy and gives you the results you want. But I know there are all kinds of different people in the world and many different ways to safely lose weight. So I won’t judge, but I won’t say I understand either.