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More thoughts on the “Fat Trap” (pt. 2) — Trying not to strangle skinny people…
Part 2 in a series discussing The Fat Trap
I stumbled across a very interesting feature article when I was randomly clicking on links while browsing the web.
The Fat Trap / by Tara Parker-Pope,
12/28/2011 NYT Magazine
and it triggered something of a landslide of reaction and comments.
This blog post you are reading now is part two of my extended commentary on this most awesome article.
Keep reading if you like but things will make more sense if you jump back and read Part One first.
A moment to address “fat” and “fit” and the messy place half way between them
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“The Fat Trap” NYT Article — A proverbial fire under my butt
The last week of July, this year, I ran across an article…
…and it created an explosion in my head.
It was the proverbial match thrown onto a powder keg.
It was the key for a lock.
It was the AAA battery needed to make the toy work on Christmas morning.
It was the catalyst needed to make the chemical solution crystallize.
It was the final piece of the puzzle.
It was a trigger, the “thing” that got me moving again. It was an epiphany.
Simply put, and all cliches aside, it was exactly what I needed to read at exactly the right moment.
The article presented some information which I already knew but in a different way AND far more importantly, it presented some information which was completely, absolutely, brand new to me.
Those few bits of new information put everything into perspective — suddenly everything just clicked into place. I knew how I could move forward and succeed this time where so many times before I had tried and failed.
Lucky Link…
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Trauma, Drama, and challenges this week… …wish me success!
Morning Trauma
I can’t find my Omron Pedometer. It is gone. And I’ve gotten used to wearing it every day.
In fact is now part of my “morning routine” to put it on. Which is a problem. What I’m doing in this “Journey to Health & Fitness” is one, by one, setting up good habits, rituals, routines, replacing old patterns of behavior with new, better ones.
And to do that requires repetition. Lots of repetition. And until the “new” becomes “habit” and the “habit” becomes ironclad rock solid do-it-without-thinking-about-what-you-are-doing type behavior, any deviation can be deadly and devastating.
And it bugs me. A lot. — I’m actually AMAZED at how much it is bugging me. I’ve rouned up all the usual suspects and put them in the line-up: under the edge of the bed, under the edge of the desk, under the edge of the kitchen cabinets, inside the pocket(s) of the clothes I wore yesterday.
I’ve even canvased the neighborhood (literally) — I went out on my balcony and the bridge that crosses the court yard and looked at the sidewalk and the stairs to see if I could see it lying there.
2014.05.03 4.50 AM — My Come to Jesus moment
In a bit I’ll put on shoes and go look in my truck to see if it fell out of my pocket yesterday when I went on an errand. And I’ll check the laundry room to see if it fell out there while I was doing clothes.
BUT IT bugs the crap out me that I am not wearing it!
Recording that little number into the spreadsheet each morning from the day before was an act of validation. It is/was actual numerical quantifiable proof that I was indeed MOVING my body!
siiiiiiiggggghhhh
I hope I find it. I don’t want to have to buy a new one. Buying a new one isn’t in the budget.
5-6-7-8 Dancing My Way to a Healthy Me! 