Humor Funny Picture
I wrote the following post this morning. Then I went out for my Saturday long run. About ½ way through I tripped on an invisible root or something. I went down, right in front people walking. I popped right back up saying “Oh! I’m ok!” not even looking them in the eye. About a mile later at my turn around point I stopped and took a picture of my hand. Read on and it will all make sense.
Earlier post…
I think I may need a twelve step program, and it’s not for what you might think. Well ok, who am I kidding? I will willingly confess that I have food addiction issues. My addiction is part of why I still struggle every day to make the right choices, stay on plan or whatever the goal is for the day. What I’m talking about today is more of an obsession. You see, even when I’m not thinking about diet, weight loss and fitness; I’m thinking about diet, weight loss and fitness.
Case in point: I was listening to NPR on my way to work the other day. The story of the morning was about I.E.D.s (Improvised Explosive Device) and how the most simple of these weapons is so destructive in warfare. At the time, what I was finding most fascinating was how warfare as become more and more technologically sophisticated over the years. Yet the more simple an IED was, the harder it was to find, and therefore the more deadly and dangerous it was. Their example talked about how the detonator for the bomb could be as simple as two pieces of metal separated by a small (think quarter inch) piece of wood buried just out of sight. All it would take was the pressure of a tire wheel and the connection would be made. No way to anticipate this. The solution? “You just have to see them.” It was frightening and heavy stuff.
I’m sure you’re thinking at this point “What on earth does this have to do with your blog, your addiction, what the…???”. If you asked me the same question at that I’m I’d agree with you. Then they started talking about the brave folks that go out and diffuse the bombs when they’re found. The journalist Bruce Auster covering the story went so far as to go to the Aberdeen Proving Ground and to a test site in a field where the scientists research what happens when bombs go off and the damage they do. The goal is to outsmart the bombs.
Part of the outsmarting process is also protection. The protection they started talking about was clothing. Bruce was invited to try one of the protection suits on. Then it happened, the person helping him said “Now we’re going to have to do this quick. ‘Cause you start to get tired as soon as you put this on…85lbs.” My mind immediately zoomed in on that nugget of information. I also quickly did the math, 85lbs plus my current weight didn’t even get me close to my highest weight. My weight loss-o-meter was ON. They went on to explain that if Bruce should feel himself falling he should just let himself fall and not put out his wrist to stop himself. Putting out a hand to break the fall would “snap his wrist”. I went from a moment of “85lbs that’s really nothing” to a horrified moment of “your extra weight could break a bone”.
What was even more chilling to me was the realization that when I was heavy, I fell more. My body would suddenly give out from underneath me and I would be on the ground. It used to be a great source of amusement from my friends and family “there goes Joanna again”. At the time I didn’t really think much about it. My sister once said, after one of my more spectacular falls, “You should add that to your resume…professional faller.” I thought it was funny too. I used humor to cover up my embarrassment of being sprawled in the dirt. Not once did I really think that I could snap a wrist or really hurt myself. And here these people were talking about 85lbs breaking bones in your body.
By this point the segment had ended. I was still thinking about the other comment “you start to get tired as soon as you put this on”. It got me thinking. Yes, I had removed much more than 85lbs of weight from my frame, but had I really got to the place where I was carrying around just as much as I should, no more, no less. I think about how tired I used to get and how much slower I was. It gets one to thinking how much faster and more energetic one could be if you had even LESS weight to carry around.
So yes, I went from IEDs to plotting my next move on the weight loss journey. I’m trying to decide if I’m belittling the importance of the segment. However, if the goal of NPR is for me to remember their show it worked. This whole thought process happened Tuesday morning; the segment was a little less than 8 minutes. It’s now Saturday morning and I’m still thinking about it. Do I have a problem? I’m not sure.
If you want to listen to the program you can find it here. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=114179863
Later that day:
What I didn’t mention in my blog was that I haven’t fallen in a while. Then today, I fall. Destiny? Maybe? What I think was most interesting about my fall today was how I fell. Did you see the picture of my hand? It’s a little red in a couple of spots but not really a mark on it. Now take a look at my leg.
Shredded! What does this tell me? I don’t stick my hand out when I fall. I fall with my whole body and just roll to the ground swinging my legs in the air. I told you it was quite a sight. So did I subcounsiously learn how to fall without sticking my arm out? And by not reaching out to break my fall with my hand saved my wrists? Either way, I’m now adding it to my resume…professional faller.
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