I am having 'one of those days'.
Metaphorically speaking, it's like... well... hmm...
Imagine, if you will, a young bride who is preparing for her wedding in a year's time. (Let me interject to say that I am neither a bride or discussing weight, but my sister recently got married so I am going to use this analogy anyway.
Imagine a bride whose wedding is to take place in one year.
The first few months of the twelve are spent working on a guest list, choosing bridesmaids (and their dresses), and getting your name on the reservation list for a venue and reception caterer. When the still, somewhat peaceful bride reaches the midway mark, her attention shifts to finding the perfect wedding gown, ordering flowers, and arranging a photographer to be present at the ceremony, interim and reception. When the T-3 month mark hits, this is where the bride turns frantic. Her attention is dedicated to nothing more than the "details". It is usually at this point that the bride discovers that in actual fact, she is hoping to be a few pounds lighter in the face and arms to look her utmost best on the big day. Getting herself to a gym and hiring a trainer that assures success in the next three months, the bride gives it her all.
For three months, she trains, lifts weights, runs, and when she thinks that she can't do it anymore, she just keeps forging forward... all for the "win" of being truly breath-taking on her day.
When it comes time for the weigh in at the end of her membership, she steps on the scale only to see that after all that... her number only changed by 0.02of a lb.
Completely and utterly deflated, the bride heads for the showers. Truly takes all she has to keep the tears in her eyes. Was all her hard work for nothing? How could, even after all that, the result not be some dramatic, life altering change?
Then, in the stillness of her heart, the bride remembers this: muscle before fat, strong as a jack... fat before muscle, sturdy as a sack.
What the bride did not account for was that muscle, though leaner, weighs more than fat. She did meet her goal of loosing her stomach and arm fat, but in her dedication, it was replaced with bulked up muscle tissue.
The important point is that the bride did not fail in life... in fact, she very much accomplished what she set out to do. What was incorrect, was her goal. It was too specific, too narrow in scope, too restrictive on what she was capable of accomplishing. Rather, the bride needed to set the goal of becoming more healthy, prolonging her lifespan, learning about her body, etc... the list of possible goals that she could set is long.
You see, really, I will be okay. If anything, it is just surprising how fast our inner beings latch onto that glimmer of hope... that possibility of engaging something that is so incredible, it gives us back a piece of ourselves that was lost. Of course it is not the sole method to regain one's footing on a step climb, but there is something about it that allows us to identify with it, hope in it, and hold on tight.
Perhaps in the end, that's all one needs - that "something" that convinces us to hold on while we are pulled to shore from our storm... that "something" that gives us the hope we need to get out of bed, put our feet on the floor, and then proceed - one in front of the other.
In essence, after a baseline intake assessment, it was deemed that the program is not quite the right fit AT THIS TIME. However, two very articulate steps were outlined and once I accomplish those two steps (however big and daunting they seem now), then the invitation is there to fly down to NYC for a proper intake assessment with hopes of developing plans for the two week intensive.
You can't build a mansion if you first don't clear the trees, brush, and pour a solid foundation.
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