So for the last few weeks I have been working my way through
20 questions in the book “The Big fat truth” by J.D. Roth. (Available on Amazon) To give a little background, J.D. is the
person responsible for creating Biggest Loser and Extreme Makeover. Not only were the concepts his, but he became
involved in the process of vetting, choosing, mentoring, and supporting the
show’s contestant/selected players.
After many seasons and dealing with thousands of people, he has a
valuable insight to what can help or hinder you in the weight loss process.
Pretty early in his book he talks about two BL
contestants. On the night before the
final weigh in one went out to dinner with friends and family, enjoyed a
moderate but wonderful dinner (and the company) and the other one worked out
like his life depended on it, purging water weight and consuming pretty much
nothing. As expected the guy who went
out to dinner lost. I think it was by an
obscenely close margin too. At first he
was upset and mad at himself, but then he took inventory of what he won. He was able to live with the program and live
a happy life. Big deal, the other guy
won a quarter million dollars.
Guess who still has the weight off? The one who DIDN’T play the game…
Yep, the winner gained all his weight and more back. Why?
His motives weren’t right for sustainable weight loss, they were right
for winning the BL.
That story made me think quite a bit. Since it’s been well over 10 years since these
two went for the prize and looking from where I stand, it’s clear to see who
the real winner is. Keeping the weight off 10 years? I’d take that!
So that brings me to the toughest question for me to
answer. Other questions were emotional
and brought up things I may not want to face, but that final one has slowed me
down for over a week. "Because" is not a complete answer. It took about 5 days for it to really hit me.
I’m worth it.
It … what’s it? The
work. The fight. The struggle.
The rewards. The results. I am worth it all and I deserve it all.
Working with Diablo has altered my world quite a bit, not
just from a physical standpoint. He has
pushed my body harder than I thought I could go. After what he said Tuesday night, I had to
really face that food is the last tether I’m holding on with my “I can’t do
this" logic. Before I had working out
AND food. Now I don’t have working
out. Not only do I not have it, he’s
crushed my views on what I can do. I
have always put the qualifier on myself of being handicapped, because I am. It’s always been “that was a good workout …. For
a handicap ….”
I was trying to explain my screwed logic to him after our
workout and he stopped me short. “Do you
know why this is hard for you? Because
it’s hard for EVERYONE! You are no
different!!!” I’ve been told that
before, but for some reason (ok, I’ve watched him beat other people up) this time it stuck.
After talking to someone else who trains with him, it really
did hit home. This was a conversation
with someone that is very fit, works very hard, and I’ve called “insane” many times. I was lamenting on the fact that Diablo doesn’t
give me any breaks and I swear I have seen him give others a break. Her reply was “he doesn’t give me breaks
either, he doesn’t give any of the people who can really do it breaks because
he knows what we can do better than we can.
He knows who has it and who doesn’t and you have it!”
There’s that it again.
It. I want it. But I have it. But I want more it. And I will get it. And I will let go of the past that keeps me
from getting it and embrace the past that pushes me to get it.
So that’s why this time is different. Because IT is.

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