I watched the biggest loser last night, and have read some stories today on how people think that the show is unhealthy. I am as you know on the MB12WBT, this is week 6. Before this i had tried diet after diet, pill after pill to shift the weight i was carrying.
The people on the show signed up to be on the show, they along with the child that they are on the show with made that decision to be on it. It takes a lot to find the inner strength to lose weight.
It doesn’t come naturally to everyone. It isn’t easy, and no magic pill can make weight disappear, its a choice that you have to make for yourself and ultimately for the rest of your life. Each day i get up and even though i don’t want to i push myself to workout or go for a walk, before i started this new way of life i would have happily sat on the lounge and ate a tub of ice-cream.
This programme has taught me that what i thought was healthy wasn’t doing me any good at all, that living a healthy lifestyle didn’t mean that i had to live on Lettuce leaves. It’s about a eating healthier. It’s about drinking water, it’s about getting enough sleep. Things that i wasn’t doing before.
This time last year i had just lost my Mum 3 weeks beforehand, and my Dad the previous May, there is no way i would have been in the right frame of mind to continue the wii fit exercises that i had been doing. i had zero motivation.
I have quite a number of ladies on my Facebook that have done WBT and they look amazing, it was one of the reasons why after much debating about should i or shouldn’t i finally convinced me that i needed too.
In may 2011 after my Dad died, we went into the funeral parlour to organise his funeral and the Funeral Lady looked at me and my stepfather and said “The two of you will need bigger coffins”. as hurtful as it was and even now almost two years later still is, It has something that has stayed with me, and it has been in some respects another motivation for me to lose weight.
Some may not agree with the concept of Michelle’s Programme, but for me it has been the only thing that has gotten me off my big fat ass and given something a go. Previously if Jack said we are walking somewhere i would kick up a fuss and quite often would rather sit on the lounge and not go, because the thought of it (walking in public) terrified me. i had become that housebound that i refused to go out. now in my mind thats unhealthy. I felt scared, ashamed. It has only been 6 weeks and only about three or 4 of walking and i already feel like i have a spring in my step, i am getting faster at walking eventually i may even start running.
To get up and fight those fears on national tv in front of people, who can be very judgemental and critical would be even harder. I say good on them, and i wish them all much health and happiness.