Have many times have you heard someone (yourself, a family member, a friend, whoever) play for “for life card”?
Basically, it is what it is. I was born this way, I was built this way, no matter what I do I can’t change it, I’m this way for life.
That was me. Straight up, sit at the table and lay my cards on the table and what do you have? The fat for life card.
I clearly started out early, the little curly blonde haired girl with her hand in the alphabits. Always just a little bit heavier than everyone else and then it spiraled out of control the older I got.
Everyone used the “oh she just hasn’t grown out of her baby fat yet”
Newsflash people, at 17 it’s not baby fat anymore! it’s real life fat.
But… but… but… I’m active!
And admittedly I was, I played every sport and was put in every activity as a kid and loved it. We spent our summers running through the neighborhood playing capture the flag and riding our bikes.
… but I ate like crap.
You know what they say, you can’t out train a bad diet. And even in “everyday life” you can’t. You get what you put into your body.
Regular skippy peanut butter on white bread… with margarine, huge pasta meals, deep fried seafood, cookies, icecream. You name it, I ate it.
… as long as it was unhealthy. I was a picky eater.
The older I got, the more weight I gained and I just kept on blaming genetics. I was born this way, I’m active so it’s really not my fault.
Until one day I got fed up. Years and years of yo yo dieting were killing me, I was run down, out of shape and miserable.
My wardrobe ranged in sizes from 2 to 12 and you never knew what size Becca would show up when she came to visit because it was constantly changing.
Eventually I got sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’ve told this story over and over again and honestly even I’m sick of hearing it so I won’t bore you with the details (again).
What it came down to was yes, maybe I will be fat “for life” but you know what, that didn’t mean I had to be unhealthy for life.
Slowly I started making forever changes and they stuck. Now the thought of “old school” Skippy peanut butter makes me gag and I would prefer a giant bowl of roasted veggies with spaghetti squash over a heavy “real” pasta meal.
My tastes have completely changed… and in turn (eventually!) so did my body. Slowly but surely the more I fed it good, whole real foods and was consistent with a (sane) approach to exercise my body began to change for the better and I was able to tear up and toss my “fat for life card” in the trash.
I made the conscious choice to stop playing that card and banish it from my life forever.
I’m not ashamed, nor do I hide who I once was. I’m proud of my accomplishments and how far I’ve come, but I choose not to let the past define me or my future.
Time and time again I hear competitors say “it’s harder for me because I was obese”.
I honestly don’t ever want to hear myself say those words out loud or even type them in my blog. Who cares what my life was like 6 years ago? That was then, this is now, it’s time to suck it up and not pull that fat card out of my wallet again.
Do I have stretch marks? Hell yes
Do I have the genetics to be naturally lean? Hell no
Do I have the drive and the desire to keep pushing myself forward? You bet your booty I do.
And I will. And I do. Every single day when I make the choice to get up and eat healthy food, go to the gym, walk to the store, take the stairs instead of the elevator.
I refuse to play any more card games with my health or my future. Chance, genetics or circumstances don’t define me, my actions do and that’s the only way I want to live.
I break the rules and eat my “bad” Chocolate Cheerios.
And you know what… at the end of that day… that’s what matters.
Do you ever find yourself playing the “for life” card… with your health, your mental image, your job? anything?!