Showing posts with label Tricia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tricia. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

3 Simple Steps

I've always been mighty impressed at how Tricia from Endurance Isn't Only Physical transformed herself from "big and beautiful" to just simply "beautiful." Likewise, I've always been slightly in awe of the wonderful way she has of getting right to the heart of things on her blog.

However, the thing that makes me madder than Mary Kate Olsen in an all you can eat buffet about Tricia is that she wised up while she was still a young woman. When I was her age, I was still miles and miles away from getting it, not realizing that every stroke I was swimming out to see was one I'd have to dog-paddle back from.

Seeing as how I've been suffering from a pretty severe case of the Spring Sillies, I asked Tricia to stop by and serious this space up a little for me. She came through with this terrific guest post...


I spend a lot of time writing and talking about living healthy. In fact, I lay up at night trying to come up with ways to convey to people my passion. So a few weeks ago I wrote what I considered to be a pretty profound post. Here is what I had to say:

Everything I believe about healthy living can be summed up in three simple steps: 




1. Eat good food,



2. Eat it in appropriate portions,




3. And move your body. 





Ok, maybe that's not the most original thing you've ever heard but it does truly get to the root of how I try to live. The problem with that post was that I followed it up with a picture of my ridiculously adorable 6 month old nephew, smiling the most heart melting smile ever.

And people totally missed the message.
I know you're now expecting me to include that picture, but I refuse to make the same mistake twice. Don't post cute baby pictures if you are trying to say something serious. Lesson learned.

Instead, I'd like to try something different.
If I showed you this picture:

And then this one:



And told you those were only taken a year apart....would I get your attention?

I thought so. Those two pictures are the proof behind those 3 simple things. When I started my journey January 5th of last year I honestly didn't know what to expect. I had been obese my entire adult life, I had tried everything from pills to fad diets to starvation. And nothing worked. So when I hit upon the idea that I would "eat less and move more" it really seemed more like a cliché than a valid way to live. But I vowed to give it a try. AND IT WORKED.

So how do you implement those steps? I realized early on in the process that I was dreading the decision of what to eat, I felt like I was doomed to fail. I had to make a huge shift mentally to focus on the positive. So now I look at each meal as an opportunity to SUCCEED. And I look at each meal separately. If I eat junk at one meal, that doesn’t mean I’ve “ruined” the whole day and can use it as an excuse to eat junk again. The next meal is another opportunity to eat well, and I make sure I take that opportunity and put it to good use. I use this same concept for the “move your body” part of my plan. Just take it one step, one healthy choice at a time. Those small steps add up to great things. (125 pounds lost counts as “great things”, right?)

And remember:

In the long run it doesn’t matter if you make a few bad decisions; what’s more important is making a lot of GOOD decisions.

What steps will you take to be healthy?

Monday, September 21, 2009

A Sequel With No Equal



“I hate this job,” muttered Tricia.

“For the ten thousandth time,” said Jack Sh*t, standing beside the secretarial desk. “Please wait until I leave the room before saying that out loud. Better yet, why don’t you just blog about it on Fight Fat Phobia.”

“Because you had Stephen lock down the firewall,” sneered Tricia, turning back to her computer. “No blogs in, no blogs out.”

“That’s not exactly true,” smiled Jack.

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” frowned Tricia. “We can still get Jack Sh*t, Gettin’ Fit.”

“Well, what more could you ask for than that?” asked Jack.

“How about giving us our instant messaging back?” pleaded Tricia. “Poor Dina died from loneliness because I couldn’t IM her during the day.”

“C’mon,” laughed Jack. “We both know Dina died of tequila poisoning.”

“To-may-to, ta-mah-to,” replied Tricia.

“Well, since you’re the secretary for the League of Extraordinarily Fat Gentlemen, you don’t need to be wasting time farting around on the internet,” exclaimed Jack. “Now what’s the status of the next meeting…?”

Tricia consulted her notepad. “Ummm, Gay Tony’s busy redecorating his blog again, Not-Gay Tony is out hoodie-shopping, Stephen is still training for his big 5K. Carlos said… wait, I wrote it down… oh, here it is. Ummmm… can’t read my own writing. It either says ‘f*ck off and die’ or ‘f*ck off and diet.’”

“Hmmmmm, it’s gonna be a light meeting, I guess,” said Jack. “Well, not a ‘light’ meeting, but you know what I mean.”

“By the way, I’ve got to leave early today for trivia.”

“For what?” asked Jack.

“Ummmmmm… dentist appointment,” replied Tricia.

Well, before you leave, what’s the status of all those applications we received?” asked Jack. “Keeven, Phil, Doug, Joe, Ron, Josh, Roder, Foolsfitness, Stages of Change, Big in Okinawa. I saw all their paperwork sitting on your desk this morning.”

“I… ummm… filed them,” smiled Tricia. “That’s showing some initiative and spunk, huh?”

“Yeah,” replied Jack. “Especially considering we don’t have any file cabinets. Where did you file them?”

“In my mind, Jack. In my mind.”

Suddenly, Fat Daddy entered the room, completely drenched in sweat. It took several minutes of heavy panting before he was able to speak.

“Still… don’t… know… why the elevator… doesn’t work… without special key,” panted Fat Daddy.

“C’mon, FD,” said Jack. “It’s just 25 floors.”

“When am I…,” wheezed Fat Daddy. “Gonna get a key?”

“This is about the transformational power of exercise,” smiled Jack, putting a friendly hand on Fat Daddy’s shoulder.

“Well,” exclaimed FD. “There’s something you’re really want to see down on the first floor in the conference room.”

“You head on back then,” said Jack. “I need to tell Tricia something that, quite frankly, is beyond your security clearance level.”

“Well, at least it’s down the stairs this time,” sighed Fat Daddy. “But hurry… it’s quite urgent.”

“Okay, okay,” nodded Jack. “I’ll probably beat you down there anyway.”

Fat Daddy shrugged, gathered himself then slowly headed toward the stairwell.

“What’s so important that you gotta tell me in private,” asked Tricia. “That you got the hots for me?”

“No, I need you to go fetch me my elevator key that’s in my desk drawer,” said Jack.

“The snack drawer?” asked Tricia.

“The left drawer,” answered Jack.

“The candy drawer?”

“The lower left drawer,” said Jack.

“Gotcha,” winked Tricia, and hurried into Jack’s executive office for the key.

A few minutes later, they met Fat Daddy in the League conference room.

“Now what’s so important that you had to…” started Jack, but he immediately clammed up when he saw the scene in front of him.

TOM was laid out on the table, completely soaked in blood.

“Is he dead?” asked Jack.

“I don’t think so,” said Fat Daddy. “I’ve got Downsizing Doc’s number on my cell phone, but I left it upstairs.”

“Well, hurry up and call,” commanded Jack. “This could be life or death.”

“Ahem,” said Fat Daddy. “Could I have the elevator key?”

“What part of ‘the transformational power of exercise’ did you not understand, Fat Daddy?” snapped Jack.

Sighing, Fat Daddy limped off towards the stairs.

“What we have here is a mystery,” said Tricia.

“What we have here,” corrected Jack, rubbing his chin slowly with his fingers. “Is a cliffhanger ending...”


TO BE CONTINUED…
this afternoon

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