Brazen Betty
Brazen: 1. shameless or impudent: brazen presumption. 2. made of brass. 3. like brass, as in sound, color, or strength. –verb (used with object) 4. to make brazen or bold. —Verb phrase5. brazen out or through, to face boldly or shamelessly
Monday, October 27, 2014
Four years later .....
I stumbled upon this blog today. I had completely forgotten about it, abandoned it. A few thoughts entered into my mind as I traveled back in time and re-read my old posts:
1. Damn I can write.
2. Damn I miss running.
3. Damn I still have 40 lbs to go.
First things first - the positives.
I am PROUD of myself for having kept off most of my weight. I've been 20 lbs lighter than I am at this moment, and I've been 16 lbs. heavier but I always maintain my initial loss. Seven years ago, my very first trainer, Mike, weighed me at my first scheduled workout and when I broke down crying after seeing my weight, he said "Tish - look at that number. You'll never be that weight again."
Mike was right. I'll never get back there. I've experienced the happiness and pride of weight loss, of being in a body that felt GOOD and I become so miserable after some weight gain that I refuse to get any heavier.
I'm lethargic, easily exhausted and emotionally melancholy for the most part. This is when I have no choice but to turn up the heat and get back down to my happy weight. Except now, I need to figure out how to keep losing once I've hit that comfort zone.
In other news - my life has completely changed. My last post was four years ago. I was married, mother to a 10 year old and thoroughly contemplating who I was and where I was going. As of today, I'm divorced (have been for over 3 years), I am mother to a high school boy and it seems as though I've gained an unbelievable amount of self awareness through it all. I know who I am, I know what I want and now, I know how to get it.
Also - I have a wonderful boyfriend who loves me deeply, supports me and believes I am great. We are a great match in so many ways and I am content. I think I'm finally the girlfriend/future wife/partner that I've always wanted to be. I wasn't always honest in my past relationships. A lot of times it was because I was clueless as to what I wanted or what I was doing. Other times it was because I was selfish and had made bad choices and was simply trying to find a way to live with them.
I choose Mark every day. Not because I have to or because I should. I choose him because I want to and he gives back everything I give to our relationship.
I'm in on-going therapy. I continue to paint when I have time. I live in a house with my kiddo and two dogs. I am concentrating on rebuilding some friendships and continuing to nurture the ones I have. My finances are better than they've been in decades.
So far, my late thirties are pretty rad. I think I'm only getting better.
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Friday, July 16, 2010
Back to Basics
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I swear - I learn something new everyday.
I just finished reading "Women, Food & God" by Geneen Roth. What an amazing book. The first half was sort of iffy for me but the last half has really caused me to do some major self-analysis. She describes two different types of "eaters" or personalities, one is more restrictive and focuses on deprivation, while the other is more spontaneous, hates saying "no" and eats with abandon. I recognize myself in the latter. Although it's funny because I have also come to realize that I definitely try to control others, but not myself. I advise, counsel, reprimand and instruct certain people in my life and at once can recognize who will and who will not allow me to do so. I will gladly tell you exactly what you should do and I'll even hold you to it, but when it comes to doing the same for me, I have a really tough time.
Geneen also touches upon the inner-critic, "The Voice" as she calls it. My critic is so strong. She describes the point at which we as children and toddlers realize that we have no control over our surroundings and therefore create these coping mechanisms and inner-parents to soothe, protect, defend and nurture ourselves. Instead of exercising self-discpline and changing my surroundings from the inside out, I join in the chaos, adapt and go with the flow. For me, chaos can be a natural state. I expect things to be tough, am not fazed by discord and weather any storm with supposed grace. Underneath it all - I'm struggling. This carpe-diem, lust for life streak in me is really just my indulgent coping mechanism and ultimately, what I really crave is security, consistency and some self-restraint.
Whew! How's that for emotional exhibitionism?
I highly recommend Geneen's book and I'm happy to report that I've already begun putting what I've learned into practice.
I have a list of things I'd like to try to do on a daily basis - here are a few:
1. Meditate for 30 mins
2. Read nightly for 30 mins
3. Make a nightly gratitude list
4. Get 45-60 mins of exercise; 4-5 days per week
I think I can do it. My brother and his fiancee will be getting married end of September and I'm a bridesmaid so I would love to lose another 15-20 lbs before then. But that's just a number, what matters most is how I feel in my skin!
I'll be kind to myself no matter what.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
And still I write ....
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I crave simplicity. I need laser like focus and steel trap dedication. Funny enough, these are traits I've always needed and wanted. The weight is coming off SLOWLY - like one pound a week and I'm working out like a damn masochist. I think I'm working some shit out. Maybe I've reached the point in my weight loss where the emotional crap is surfacing and I'm finally being forced to deal and heal before I can continue on. Who knows?
I'm feeling grateful in the weight loss department. My latest update is 62 lbs. down, 27 inches lost since January, down 4 dress sizes since my heaviest weight and my bubbies are finally shrinking!!! I never thought that would happen.
My cardio and weight training performances are reaching new levels. I am certain that I haven't been this "in shape" since my swimming days of high school. I recently reached a whole new level in my running and my legs feel like fucking powerhouses. I like this.
Back to the emotional tornado that is my life right now ....... I was accused of being an emotional exhibitionist by a friend recently. I suppose he's right. Funny thing is, I keep a lot inside. There's so much I don't say or express. I only share what I am certain others can relate to. If I determine that my thoughts are strange or unique, they stay with me. But most of the time I struggle with topics like mortality, insecurity and my desperate need to make sense of it all. I'm hoping that anyone taking the time to read this blog will understand that I'm just hoping someone out there can relate. Maybe you'll leave a comment or read something that will leave both of us feeling slightly less alone.
I've always found comfort in knowing that whatever mini-crisis I struggled with, was already processed and solved by someone before me. And frankly, I'd like to get all these nutso feelings down so that one day, when things are much calmer and I've grown more familiar and confident with who I am, I can look back and take pride in all the hard work it took to get there.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Betty gets the Blues
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I understand that for a lot of people, their 30’s are some of the best years of their lives. I suspect the same will be true for me. What I hadn’t anticipated were the growing pains of transition and change that accompanied all this new found wisdom and awareness.
It seems as though I am in the midst of a life altering perfect storm. Mid-30’s, approaching my seventh wedding anniversary, mother to a 10-year old child and reaching the 11-year mark in my career. Now add in a pinch of weight loss and it’s clear that my life is in a state of flux. If I were at a healthy weight range and content with my appearance, all of these things would still create an environment in which I might start to question where I’ve been and where I’ve yet to go. With the mental and emotional work that weight loss requires, I feel those questions are even more acute than normal.
I have a tendency to get lost in regret and “what-ifs.” What if I had gone to college? What if I hadn’t taken that anti-depressant that caused a 50 lb. weight gain? What if I had waited until I was older to start a family? What if I had tried harder? Intellectually, I realize that this type of thinking is nothing but an energy drain and that bogging myself down in the “what if” mire is a fruitless effort. Emotionally, I get sucked in.
Perhaps I devote so much time to the past in order to avoid doing anything about my present. What would I change if I could?
After my Grama took her own life almost 4 years ago, I was lost in the midst of grief, and I struggled for about a year with my own mortality. For the first time I realized that I too would someday leave this plane of existence and either move to the next place or cease to exist altogether. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t think about anything other than the pain I felt about leaving behind loved ones and missing out on whatever would happen after my death. Eventually this obsession faded away but what was left was the persistent feeling of wanting to live each day to its fullest. I believe this is what ultimately led to my making significant strides towards better health.
It’s become clear to me that there is a void inside me that I desperately try to fill. Sometimes that void is filled with food and shopping. Both habits are self indulgent and when I’m over-doing it, both have a very direct negative effect on those around me. In moderation, all of these things can be good fun, but in extreme amounts, I hurt myself and others.
Is addiction curable? Are we all addicts to some extent? A few of my friends recently came to the realization that they were alcoholics and a majority of them have opted out of attending any 12 step programs. In December I joined a food addicts 12-step group and I have for the most part, been following their guidelines and prescriptions for health which have resulted in a 40 lb. weight loss. But I am having doubts about whether or not I need the 12-step program and all their rules and requirements. I must attend so many meetings a week, make so many phone calls a day, and submit to a higher power (which quite frankly, I don’t really believe in. I’m more of a spiritual/universe/energy type thinker).
For the past two months I’ve been working my own program and have only lost 2 lbs. But I’ve managed to do what I’ve never been able to, maintain my weight loss with healthy food choices and exercise. In my book – this is a major win. I’ve got 40 lbs. left to go and I know what to do in order to get there. I’ll have to fight tooth and nail to achieve this goal and it will take longer than my initial 55 lb. loss. I know that I won’t get there until I figure out why I have a compulsion to over eat.
Can I figure that out on my own? Or must I acquiesce to the demands of a 12-step program which seems to me, yet another substitute for addiction?
Both of the challenges that I’m faced with at this moment require self-discipline, something I’ve never been very good at. I abhor making myself uncomfortable. Yet everyone I know who has ever achieved something has done so through being able to put hard work and discomfort before instant gratification.
There are a handful of people in my life that I admire deeply. They are intelligent, ambitious and kind. They also possess an ability to focus, commit and go after what they want. 9 times out of 10 they are successful. And they rarely, if ever, give up.
I need to walk away from regret and self pity. Tap into the competitive spirit that gets me out of the house to run, bike or swim regularly and work hard to understand what I want and what I need to do to get there. No one said it would be easy and now I must accept that it might be the hardest and most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever done.
At this point in my life, I’ve got nowhere to go but up.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Ramas de Sed
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I am stuck in random daydreams today. It's almost like the Universe is playing a trick on me, some sort of cosmic mind-fuckery. After two days of sitting at my desk, dreaming about sunshine and the comforting heat that summer brings, I catch a showing of "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" and I'm at once lost in the gorgeous scenery and sensuality of Spain.
I told someone on the phone this morning that I've been feeling really emotional lately. While I've been slightly more sensitive the past couple of days, I've been able to keep a perspective about it that is grounding and secure. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm like the walking wounded. Songs make me cry, everything I feel is so acute. Normally this type of vulnerability would be very difficult to maneuver but I find that I'm finally able to use this state of being as a tool to progress and evolve.
A lot of new emotions have been bubbling to the surface lately and I'm grateful that I've got outlets to work through these complicated feelings. Between running, painting, and this blog - I've created some very therapeutic means of expressing myself.
This rain must stop soon. I think it's throwing me for a loop .... I'm restless and anxious. I ache for sunshine, heat and predictability. I've grown weary of the constant teasing and taunting. The hot and the cold, the flux and flow of uncertainty. I've been advised to enjoy the ride and adjust my expectations. But that's not the way I'm hardwired. In fact - my circuitry goes directly against that school of thought.
Until I can quell the triple lutz in my heart and head, I'll take respite in the dancing fantasies of sitting in a quaint European cafe, smoking cigarettes that don't cause cancer, sipping cocktails that never lead to hangovers and spending my days chasing whatever impulses and urges my little bohemian heart can muster.
Ramas de sed
by Limam Boicha
Bajo la sombra de una acacia espinosa
dos cuerpos juntos tartamudean
ante su desnudez,
mientras medio desierto
los separa de ma al-ayún.
En la Bahía de Santiago
alguien golpeó un tambor
y gritó mágicas palabras primitivas
en hasanía o amárico
en mandinga o castellano.
Desde la fuente de Canaletas
llegó una misiva en calatán,
con mapa y todo,
anunciando que ese camello perdido
sin letra ni fuego
puede ser un tonel de agua.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Seven Turns on the Highway
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I'm a bit of an obsessive-compulsive. Those of you who know me are probably thinking I've just stated the obvious, but for those of you who are new to the manic world of Tish, I thought I'd just put it out there.
Running has become a new passion of mine. There are few things I obsess over ..... sometimes I get hooked on people, sometimes I fall in love with an idea but few things keep my attention for long. Right now I am fully enthralled with painting and running.
Last night when the Hubbs came to bed, we started yapping about a few housekeeping items and before I knew it, he was fast asleep and I was wide awake. The next thing I knew I was visualizing the next day's run, pondering how many miles I could go and how long it would take me. I thought about the half marathon I committed to this coming October, the music I would listen to and what it would feel like to run 13 miles at once.
And then my mind moved to all the things I learned in a recent acrylics class. The urge to jump out of bed & experiment with all my new materials was almost overpowering. I feel like I learned enough in one class to propel my work in a whole new direction. Colors danced in my head, I saw swirls and fades, layers and hidden meanings. It's almost as if I'm possessed and my urges won't be satisfied until I finally submit and go into a painting frenzy.
During these times I'm reminded of how self-indulgent both of these hobbies can be and how much they require me to withdraw and delve into my own little fantasy world. Each are paths I take to thought analysis, interpretation and expression. During my running, I pound the pavement and explore thoughts and ideas that make an hour run seem like only minutes. I expend restless energy, frustration and dissatisfaction - all while burning calories.
Painting is a process in which I seek out some of the deepest emotions that I carry inside - sometimes it's my sadness over the loss of my dear Grama, sometimes I'm lost in a sea of regret, a mile of hope or a world of intense passion and love. It is my way through, my way forward.
I always struggle with the guilt that comes with taking chunks of time expressly devoted to "me." I feel as a Granddaughter, Mother and Wife there are always at least three other people who need me and want my time. And for so many years I gave it to them and I ended up squeezing so much joy out if it because I was miserable. At least I know now that whatever time we spend together is much more pleasurable because I'm actually happy.
I know that these things aren't really about weight loss but they speak to the problem that a lot of women have with taking the time they need to feel good about themselves, whether it's enjoying a hobby, working out or just sitting with a friend to talk. I never used to do these things. My time was spent erratically chasing distraction, food and conflict. And you can clearly see that I carried that conflict on me like a pissed off fat suit. For your viewing pleasure - I have posted my "before" photos:
The first picture is a profile shot (sort of) of me and the Baby Boy on family trip to Seattle. I wanted to burn that picture as soon as I saw it.
The next two shots were taken in 2003 during a trip with my brother-in-law to Tahiti. I must admit it wasn't easy going to such a beautiful country while walking around in a body that was the picture of sadness. I tried really hard to hide my depression and have a good time despite how crappy I was feeling.
And for shits-n-giggles, here is a recent pic of me:
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This picture was taken a couple days after my 33rd birthday and as you can plainly see, I was feeling like the bee's knee's that evening :-)
Anyways - progress, not perfection, right? Tomorrow is a new day and another opportunity to succeed or sabotage. I'll be taking steps between now and then to make the right choice.
I hope you do too.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Some days are just an epic win.
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My journey to where I am now has been a long one. The only thing that was constant was my state of denial.
During high school I was a swimmer in great shape and I had a very athletic build. I was convinced I was as big as a house. And truth be told I've never been a small girl, I've been muscular and lean but always curvy and well ...... I've always had a big rack and a good amount of junk in my trunk.
At 18-years old I moved into my own apartment and made the foolish decision to quit my courses at community college and join the full time workforce. It didn't take long for my sedentary lifestyle and poor food choices to catch up to me. All throughout my twenties the pounds slowly crept on. At 23-years old I gave birth to the Baby Boy and my weight gain hit warp speed. Within his first year of life I gained 50lbs and even then, my denial kept me in the dark and enabled me to continue to gain.
About 4 years ago I realized that I was morbidly obese and that my chances of living to a normal life expectancy were slim.
Each day became a battle between two forces in my head. One side said, "You're not that big, you can lose it anytime you want to!" and the other side said, "you are disgustingly overweight and no one could love you at this size." It also didn't help that for most of my life, I surrounded myself with people who only reinforced the ugly ideas running around in my head and heart. Day to day, my mood was totally dependant on whichever side was loudest. This constant tug-of-war kept me motionless and disabled.
That was 55 lbs. and what feels like an entire lifetime ago. I am a very different person now, but I still have a long way to go.
A trainer once told me that he admired my determination and that he was confident I’d never give in. And he was right. Some days I win and some days I break even, but I’ll never give up.
Denial still rears its ugly head. Like this morning - I got up at 7am and selected the outfit I wanted to wear, laid it out on my bed and went about my morning. When I grabbed my light brown trousers it didn’t dawn on me that it had been a while since I had last worn them. I quickly pulled them up and just about fell over when I realized that they were way too big to wear. And I'm not talking about unflattering ……. I'm talking fall-to-the-floor massive.
I could not believe it. I was shocked that I ever fit into those pants and that at one time they were actually TIGHT. I turned around and tried to find another pair of pants until I realized that every single pair I owned were too big.
After work I hustled over to Macy's and had a little shopping spree. I bought dresses, skirts and pants and all items were from the 2nd floor women's department. No more plus sizes.
I felt like a winner.
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