Sorry for the radio silence folks. Didn’t have much to write about last week, so rather than post some cr*ppy filler I decided to take a few days off.
Ever wonder when the hell it was you stopped having incredible dreams of what you’d be and/or do? How at some point normal became okay and reaching for your dreams was just childish escapism?
Fighting for your dreams is hard. It’s a constant struggle and fight to overcome tremendous odds, and time after time you’re likely to fall flat on your face. There are always setbacks and not everyone has the werewithal to keep getting up and dusting themselves off. But those that do are in for amazing things.
When you think about it, starting the journey to lose nearly 150 lbs is another big ol’ pipe dream. Really. You give no thought to how many people manage to lose and keep off ten pounds. Just because the commercial says “Results not typical” doesn’t mean it can’t be done. But if you really thought about it and looked at the stats, reality is quite the opposite. The numbers are bleak. And the chance of being one of the magical few to make it to goal? Incredibly miniscule. But every day someone else embarks on their own quest to do just that.
Maybe because deep inside we never want to give up on our dreams. It’s that last big dream of which we can’t let go. If you can accomplish that, then you can accomplish anything.
Of all the people I knew with big dreams, I was one of the last of my friends to accept “average”. But at some point, the sacrifices didn’t seem worth it. I was tired of missing parties, never being in on the latest thing, and having days so jam-packed finding six hours to sleep was a chore. So I gave up. I said goodbye to dreams and decided to just be normal.
It’s funny how “just being normal” meant I no longer felt alive, and this void opened up inside me. Sure, I got invited to all the parties. And suddenly I knew everything that was going on. And on the outside, I was a laughing, happy person. But a large part of that was a mask to cover up how totally un-special I felt.
So I pretended. And ate. And pretended some more. And ate some more. And that void? It just got bigger. So did I.
Over the weekend, my mom posted some pictures on Facebook of me before I woke up and realized I was killing myself. That person? She isn’t me anymore, but I know her pain. The pain of being at the lowest point of your life at the bottom of a pit, feeling like you’ll never stop falling and there’s no way out.
Funny how, when I realized being normal just wasn’t for me, re-embraced my dreams, I slowly started crawling out from that pit of despair.
You can keep normal. Average? Pfft. Soooo done with average. Typical? I think you already know I’m definitely NOT typical. And my dreams? I can keep reaching for the stars. Sure, I’ll fall down, and I’ll fall down again, but I’ll just get back up. And so what if I barely have enough hours in the day? Oh well. What a ride it is, and I haven’t even reached the end.
Finally, my weigh-in stats for the week!!!!
Week of 2/13/11 – 2/19/11 Stats
Weigh-in Day: Saturday, February 19, 2011
Starting Weight: 291.6
Previous Weight: 218.2
Current Weight: 215.2
Difference: -3.0 lbs
Total Weight Removed: -76.4 lbs
Total Percentage of Weight Removed: 26.2%
That’s right! I smashed that 75 lbs gone mark! w00t w00t!!! Damn straight, I am extraordinary.
Now go have a good one folks, and find that extraordinary person in you!