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In thirty-two days, I’ll turn 30.
If you need my address to send a gift, let me know.
I’m glad to be turning 30. People in their twenties are often seen as flippant, naive, or carefree. People in their thirties are grown ups.
I’ve been acting like a grown up for a number of years now, and I’m ready to be 30. I am looking forward to my birthday.
The only thing I’m not looking forward to is being 30 and fat. What’s worse is that I’m going to be 30 and fat and totally inactive.
I’ve been overweight my whole life. According to my parents, I was born a normal weight but was excessively chubby by the time I was four months old. The amount of chub on my frame only increased.
At six, I weighed a hundred pounds.
At twelve, I weighed two hundred pounds.
By the time I graduated from college, I weighed three hundred pounds.
Since college, I’ve bounced back and forth between three hundred and three hundred fifty pounds. When I eat well and work out, I am on the low end. When I don’t, I float back up.
In my almost thirty years, I’ve followed dozens of different diet plans. Eating, not eating, liquid diets, dietitian-supervised diets, protein-only diets, restricted calorie diets… You name it. I’ve tried lots of diets, lost lots of weight, and I have been unsuccessful at keeping it off each time. The only two things I haven’t done to lose weight are take pills and have surgery, and I don’t intend to.
I do, however, like to go to the gym. I don’t like to get sweaty really, but I do like lifting weights. I like how my body feels when I lift weights. I feel strong, physically and mentally. I like seeing progress; being able to add reps or sets or minutes is a reward in itself.
Since Grace was born, I’ve found it harder and harder to find time to work out. I’d like to go to the gym, but I can’t find a good spot in my day for it. I could get up an hour early and go to the gym before work. Our day care doesn’t open until just before my work day starts. I could go right after work, but that means Grace would stay at day care for an extra hour, and I’d miss an extra hour of time with her. I could go after Grace is in bed, but that often happens around 8pm, and the gym is closing.
There’s no good time to go, so I just don’t.
I borrowed a treadmill from my mom, but it was hard to use. I didn’t like walking and staring at the wall. I couldn’t get into it.
Then I bought an elliptical machine. I used the elliptical machine for 10 minutes a day (that was all I could handle before I became I got too winded and dizzy) for weeks, but I didn’t see any results. I couldn’t get into that, either.
I bought a Wii so that Joe and I could be more active together, but Wii Sports doesn’t provide much of a workout. Then I bought WiiFit, but I gained a few pounds and am now too heavy to use it.
I didn’t have any viable options for working out.
Earlier this year, I saw on Twitter that Donny Claxton and his wife were participating in the EA Sports Active 30 Day Challenge. I started reading Donny’s blog, The Dad Center. Donny talked about his lifelong struggle with his weight, and he talked about buying a WiiFit and then exceeding its weight limit. In many ways, I felt like I was reading my own story. I couldn’t wait until the EA Sports Active was released to the public in May. I talked to Joe about getting one for my birthday.
A few weeks later, I was selected to review the EA Sports Active, and I was delighted. I want to be 30 and healthy. I want to be 30 and active. I want to be 30 and attractive and sexy. I’m committed to being a better role model for my daughter.
And I’m already on my way. Read more about my EA Sports Active experience at Feels like Home Recommends.
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