(k)erimenopause

One broad's reluctant journey to the dark side of womanhood.

Days 1-25: My quest to release my inner Kerri before my 54th birthday January 14, 2015

Filed under: And so it begins,Losing Ground — kerimenopause @ 6:07 pm
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It started out how it always does: Great hope, great anticipation, great intention, great conviction. I suppose the bigger question is how I got here in the first place. I’d like to think I am unique some how and by some crazy twist of evil fate pounds packed on my ass. My thighs grew. And, don’t get me started on these damn boobs. But alas, that is not the case. The truth is the lure of food filing some void I was feeling superseded every desire to not gain any more weight.

For the sake of perspective, I’ll give you the Cliff notes on how I got wide, depressed, wider, more depressed, and finally ready (again) to find the skinny girl trapped in multiple layers of fat. First of all I’ve been very aware of my weight my whole life. I’m the youngest of four sisters. My mom, now 83, has been on a diet my entire life. Her mother criticized her weight every chance she got, including in front of us four. Actually, I was the ‘fattest’ sister when I finally graduated high school. I was 130 pounds at 5’6″ – yes, in my family that was fat.

I went to college and gained the obligatory 15-20 pounds my first year. But then I got it off, got really hot, and wavered between 130-140 for the next twelve or fifteen years until I was 35. That’s the year I got married. That’s the year I quit my very demanding, high pressure TV job to freelance. That’s the year I spent a lot of time alone during the days fretting about how I’d blown my career. That’s the year I confided in Wavy Lays and Vanilla lattes. I put on 5, then 10, and then 15. Then I got pregnant at 36. And then I ballooned into scary land.

I remember crying in the dressing room the day I had to buy double digit pants – who cared that I was creating a whole human in my body. I refused to get out of bed for two days when I looked down and couldn’t see my feet any longer. The day I went in to deliver our son, on one hand I was praying for a healthy body but, and I hate to admit, I was also praying for that immediate weight loss people talk about from breast feeding. Yeah, that didn’t happen.

For the next several years, I went down… then up… then down… oh, yeah, the up plus. Around the time my son was in 5th grade, I got super motivated and dropped down a lot. Partly because my husband was in Haiti two days after the earthquake. No contact for 2 weeks. I just worried and worked out. When he came home, I looked amazing! Then life kicked in again and our son’s move to Middle School was not as easy as I expected. I stress ate for the next 3 years. Tied in knots over his grades, his social status, his everything – while in his mind everything was perfectly fine. I misjudge his state of mind… or I guess I can admit I allow my state of mind about him form my neurosis. Now he’s in 10th grade and 25 days ago I weighed more than I have in 16 years. I can’t blame the baby weight any more. Sure, sure, I’m peri-menopausal. I have hypothyroidism. I”m sure my metabolism is shot due to the yo-yo dieting. I’m 53 (until May). None of that even registers for me.

Here is my truth: I am fat and that is all.

Just over 3 weeks ago I embarked on a new program for me. I decided after getting down to two pair of pants I can squeeze my Kim Kardashian-ass into;  it was now or never.  The ‘never’ in that statement is not an option.   I am not one of those really evolved women who is comfortable in her own skin, no matter what the weight.

As a sidebar, I feel very compelled to mention that anyone who feels they need to advise me on self-acceptance, or for those who know me who want to assure me that I’m great, beautiful, whatever, please don’t. I know those things. I actually believe them. I do think I’m amazing, beautiful, dynamic, smart, etc. I just want to present all of that to the world in a much smaller package.

I’ve listed all the million diets I’ve done before and won’t do it here. The reason I’ve decided to write in this format (sadly 25 days after I started) is so I can just puke up all the crap in my head that I don’t want swirling around as I try to stick to a program and get rid of my ass and ridiculous boobs. So let’s just get to what’s happened since I started…

First week – great. Easy to follow. The typical quick weight loss the first couple of days. Then, the ‘I know better voice started.’ Then, ‘just one ___________ won’t hurt.’ I actually not through the holidays and our son’s birthday without any weight gain. But you know what happened next… you’ve been there… we all have. The plateau. And here is where I’ve sat, on the plateau, for several days. you know how self defeating that is. So, what’s a glass of wine going to hurt?

Here I am now… 25 days from the day I started. I’m less than Day 1 – finally started losing again as of this morning. And then the greatest thing happened:  I went to the clinic where my program is monitored and had a long talk with Tara. Tara is beautiful, blonde, a size 4, about 5’11” – you know the kind of girl you don’t want to like. She opened her heart to me. She used to weigh 215 pounds. She’s lost 80 pounds and is raising two kids by herself. Suddenly she was just like me… an overweight mom, who just wants her health and her body back. Then she told me about her mom who has lost 100 pounds on the same program. *I won’t be sharing the name of the program here – unless they want to pay me for blogging about my success.

I’ve come full circle. I’m convicted. I’m committed. I’m hopeful. I can see the ‘other’ Kerri clearly and she is ready to come out of the layers of whatever. To that end, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be accountable to myself via this blog. I promise to be funnier as we go along. But, hey, I’m 25 days behind so I’m just trying to get caught up!

 

Announcing my new business: fitKO’ April 19, 2011

Filed under: Losing Ground — kerimenopause @ 1:53 pm

I seriously do not know why I didn’t think of this earlier! I’m obsessed with my weight ~ it goes down, it goes up. It never stays in either place for more than six or seven months.  Add that to the idea that I need a project/job/hobby.  And, viola a business in the making!

A little background here.  I’ve spent literally 80% of my life trying to lose or maintain my weight.  It all started in 5th grade when my mom put my sister and I on Weight Watchers.  Sister was thin as a stick and I had a little pot belly.  Which, by the way, I have had to varying degrees ever since!  Now I’m not here to criticize my mom.  I think she has always fought her weight BECAUSE her mother didn’t do anything but criticize her weight.  That said, you can’t grow up with three older sisters plus a mom who was on every diet imaginable without picking up a few bad eating habits of your own.

I would like to spend the 2nd half of my life obsessing about something entirely unrelated to hips, thighs, sizes and portions.  I’ve been pondering a way out of the wicked web of weight for a long time.  Lo’ and behold, during my leisurely nine-hour drive home from Montana, it hit me:  I am my business! My epiphanies often startle me, too, so don’t be alarmed if you suddenly had to slap yourself in the forehead and scream, “Of course!”

Think about it.  I could write a really snappy business plan.  Maybe something like:

fitKO’ is a Kerri-only health club and program that creates a personalized environment for Kerri to pursue her fitn goals.  We don’t have the best equipment and or the best training program in this arena. We aren’t sure how to prepare our client for success!  We certainly do not have the best weight-management program.  But what we do have is persistence and a client that needs a focus on getting fit.

1.1 Mission

The mission of fitKO’ is the following:

  • Create a one woman-focused workout environment that promises to get Kerri to:
    • fit into a reasonable single-digit pair of pants
    • fit into a non-jaw dropping cup size
    • fit into a full-size mirror without having to take 10 steps back
  • Celebrate the success of our client in meeting her fit goals with:
    • manis and pedis
    • membership to the Shoe-of-the-Month club
    • really expensive Vodka (but only because it has no calories to speak of)
OK, so the truth is I have tried all these things before – like who hasn’t, right?  But there is something so much more fun making it an honest business.  Work from home. No overhead. Create your own schedule.  See what I mean?  Sounds pretty damn good doesn’t it!
Can’t have a business without a marketing plan… here’s my start:

This marketing plan is a means for fitKO’ to refocus Kerri’s attention away from the daily lattes and toward a daily carrot. This will involve rebranding, refocusing activities, and redeveloping many lifetime convictions in the coming six months. Follow up and careful examination of results over the next several months will determine whether this marketing direction is having the desired effect.

1.1 Goals

Personal Goals:

  • Devote 45 minutes a day to exercise – all done in really cute workout clothes and shoes – just in case someone happens by.
  • Make her accountable by applying unpleasant consequences to behavior.  IE. treat like a spoiled 2 year old when she misbehaves.
Are you feeling me?  If we make ‘us’ our business, it kind makes you feel like you have to be accountable to something other than the Lays chips.  Seriously think I have something going here.  Maybe I should put on some running shoes and hit the treadmill and ponder this… or, maybe I better call a board meeting with me, myself and I to see if there is a 100% buy-in.  I can tell you right now, they are a seriously tough crowd so I have some convincing to do!
 

 
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