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The Time is Now!

"Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow. It only saps today of its joy." ~Leo Buscaglia

 So many thoughts.  So many excuses.  So much time has gone by. 

 Truth is: I am 53 years old and obese.  Not pleasantly plump. Not carrying a few extra pounds.  Obese.  

 What a horrible word.

 But if you calculate your BMI, (which stands for Body Mass Index. According to the National Heart, Lung and Blood Institute: "Body mass index (BMI) is a measure of body fat based on height and weight that applies to adult men and women.") and then take your little number and look it up on any medical weight chart, you will see where you stand.
There are many sites concerning weight and BMI.  Here is a link to the National Heart, Lung and Blood Institute's:
 "Assessing Your Weight and Health Risk"

 I am now coming out to the world with my BMI. 

 My BMI IS:

 Drum roll....

 34.8! Ack!!!!!
The categories for BMI are: Underweight, Normal, Overweight and Obesity.  

 So there you have it.  I am an obese woman.  I finally admit it. And now I am going to do something about it!
I've seen this before. But there is this little mechanism in my rationalizing brain that puts up a fight. It comes up with all kinds of rationizations.  Like "Sure, it SAYS obese, but I am big boned. I have more muscle than most women. I am too busy to deal with this now. I job is sedentary - you sit all day! (I am a piano teacher), yada, yada, yada..."

 PPBBBBLLLLFFTT....I call my own BS!!  I am overweight. Clinically obese.  I need to lose 60 pounds to be healthy.

 And I've "tried"  all the diets in the book.   But half-heartedly.  I walk about 2 miles a day. But it is more like a waddle. 

 Lately I've been more honest with myself. I'll talk more about this later. But the bottom line is that I need to take drastic measures if I want to regain my health and fitness.  Not that it is ever too late, but my life minutes are ticking by. And I could be enjoying a much higher quality of life.

 I ache. I am uncomfortable.  I don't like my appearance.

 I used to be fit.  Of course that was many moons ago.  I ran 2 miles a day when I was a teenager. Then I started weight training in college.  I danced in thediscothèque but then life happened.  Stress. Bills. Kids. Divorce. Food became my best friend.  

 Well, FOOD, we need to talk!  This relationship is not serving me anymore!  I will no longer serve my cravings and tummy, it will serve me. By adding vitality and moderation to my life!

 And I am going to add some pain. Yes pain.  Take it up a notch.  Work out harder and smarter. 

 And I am starting to run again.  My goal is to run the Portland Marathon. But I will be setting smaller, more attainable goals along the way.

 My name is Zita and I welcome you along with me on this journey!

 Peace,

 Zita

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