I feel the best way to start this first blog of the new year is to talk about what I’ve been up to, mainly how my weight loss is going, but also my decision to take the test to become a fifth grade teacher.
Yes, you heard me right; teaching. This decision allows me to have a rewarding job and make a steady paycheck; and I still have the ability to keep up with my writing. Right now I am working on a piece about mental illness for the New York Times. It’s the kind of essay that takes over a dozen drafts to come across as clearly as I want. I hope I will be published; it would help my confidence about my writing immensely. If I’m not in the NYT, I’ll keep working on the essay until it makes it somewhere. I realize I’ll never be published if I don’t take the leap. The subject is important to me; it hits close to home.
But, yes, a teacher. I had a really great fifth grade teacher in Maryland, Ms. Schuster, before I moved to Florida. Even though we were in fifth grade, she still read to our class. She tried to teach us more than what we needed to know for a test. I want to take the same approach. I have been a professional student since graduating high school. I’ve studied many subjects, my favorite being literature, probably because of Ms. Schuster, and I want to use my passion for learning with my kids. If I inspire one student, I will have made a difference. I studied healthcare twice in my college career, my main thought being that I wanted to help people. This feeling, after receiving a degree in English, has focused me in the direction of a teaching career because it combines my passion of education and my philanthropic side. I am certain I can help my students with the writing portion of the Florida standardized test. I am almost as passionate about the other subjects as I am literature. This decision feels right. I’ll have financial security, help mold lives, as well as have time to spend on my writing outside of school.
As for my healthy lifestyle challenge, it has been a challenge. But since January 2nd I have been writing down everything I eat and drink, and have been going to the gym. I’ve lost 14 pounds already, but that’s all-together. ‘Gained a bit over the holidays because I was weak to the temptations, but I tried not to over-do things. I think 14 pounds in a month is pretty darn good, though. I drink eight cups of water throughout the day. I try to start with room temp. adding a squeeze of lemon because I read that it helps wake your body up. I also have been getting at least five fruits and/or veggies per day. I have actually been reaching for things like edamame and broccoli and brussels sprouts for snacks and have cut out mindless snacking. Brussels sprouts have been deemed a belly fat killer by many healthy lifestyle websites. One thing I also thought was interesting is that for some reason, an 8 oz serving of chocolate milk after a workout helps to repair the “trauma” that has been done to the body by providing more nutrition than sports drinks, or even water.
I feel myself picking up momentum. I have decided that I should start doing yoga again on days that I don’t go to the gym. The more activity I get, the quicker the weight will fall off. I cannot imagine how it feels to be smaller, since I have been living in an obese body more of my life than not. I remember the exact weight I was when I was finally able to cross my legs, but I only remember that it was a good feeling. When I first started gaining the weight back, I felt like I was wearing a “fat suit” because I could still remember how it felt to be smaller; it was a strange feeling. Medication can affect weight, and I had been prescribed things that made the process of attaining my weight loss goal almost impossible. The weight gain was depressive. It affected me in a destructive way, and in five years I let myself get to be 21 pounds heavier than I had ever been.
I am in the mind-set right now that I feel extremely motivated. The first time I lost one hundred pounds. I was obsessed and strong. I didn’t let temptation take over, and I need to be in that mind-set in order to accomplish this goal. I want it bad, and I owe it to myself to take care of myself. Things are clearing up, I am developing a plan for the future; ‘just feels like the right time to begin again.
“Forever is composed of nows.” –Emily Dickinson.