"I won't talk to you again if you go!"
That was the response from one of my (dear) friends when he found out I was going to the Biggest Loser Resort in Malibu. "You'll be laughed at!" was the response from another.
I'm 5'3" and currently weigh in at 164. Yes, I know that might be someone's goal weight. But 6 pounds ago, I read the upside-down diagnosis at the doctor's office in horror.
"Wha-what does that say?" I asked knowing full well what it said (unfortunately, MY doctor had impeccable handwriting.)
Doctor "S", bless his heart, my favorite doctor in the world, did his best "I'm sorry" with a sheepish look.
"You're sorry I'm fat?" How silly for a doctor to apologize for my overeating. I was stunned, but I shouldn't have been. I'd been battling with my extra weight for years. This was my wake-up call.
OK, OK I know those "charts" can be argued, but according to my BMI, I was obese. I started to sound like those eliminated contestants on The Biggest Loser: "America, (I mean, Dr. "S"..) the next time you see me, you'll take that right off my chart!"
I know my friends mean well, and God Bless them for telling me I'm fine the way I am. But...I don't feel fine. See, for someone who's overweight, it's all relative. My 31 extra pounds is MY mountain. And I'm about to climb it, in a big way.
Why Biggest Loser?
I'm a HUGE fan of the show. When I saw the advertisement during one of their commercials for their Biggest Loser Resort in Utah, I wanted in! When I called for information back in April, they had a waiting list through August. "Forget it - I'll be thin by then!" I thought.
Fast forward to September. Still had the extra weight to lose and saw an ad for the brand-new resort in Malibu! I called out of curiosity and braced myself for the waiting list response. "We've got an opening as early as next week!" was the chipper reply. OMG, could I do it?
I had been toying around with the idea of a Christmas trip to Disney. The lights, the parades, the festivity... and the food. Most of my trip was planned around where and what we would eat. I had come across a quote that said something like "If you do what you did today for the next 365 days, will you be where you want to be in a year?" If I went to Disney, the answer would be no. No matter how much walking we did (my last trip logged around 16,000 steps a day) it would not counteract the creme brulee....mushroom filet with risotto at Le Cellier...mickey waffles...
Oh, sorry, I digress.
I broached the subject with my husband carefully A week away would require his full support. Manning the household, getting our son to and from school, taking care of the dog...he would be sacrificing a week of freedom and shared responsibilites so that I could have a one week, "all about me" vacation. Of course I didn't use the word "vacation" exactly. He said yes, and less than a week later I booked my flight, my shuttle, and my private cabin at the resort. I leave in 2 weeks!
Disney can wait...my health and wellness cannot!