Finding Inspiration
I'm a sucker for an inspiring story. and one of my downfalls is the Ironman Triathlon show. It seems like it airs every year about this time. I sprawl on my sofa, mesmerized by the stories. The Iraq war veteran who lost his leg, went through rehab, and set the Ironman as his goal. The 78 year old nun, who's done this race 50 or so times. The mom who competes to raise funds so that researchers can find a cure for the disease that threatens her kids. And even the professional triathletes who do this year after year, hoping to finally cross the finish line first. I get sucked in, I shed a tear or two for the emotional stories, and I vow to myself that I, too, will... well... how about if I start with just getting off the sofa?
We all have a motivation for what we do, and the decisions we make about health and fitness are no exception. Without that motivation, without some idea that life could be different, we would never make a change. The trick, I think, lies in both finding inspiration, and using it to your advantage. Anyone who's ever tried to lose weight can attest to the fact that there was something - a moment, a person, a comment, a glimpse in the mirror - that led to the thought: "I have to do something. I can't stay like this forever." What becomes of that idea, though, is where dreams either become reality, or they die. A lot depends on how we translate those moments into practical action, of course. The treadmill-as-clothes-hanger present in many homes bears witness to that. But a great deal also depends on where our motivation comes from.
I know a lot of people have experienced the negative side of motivation - the snide comments, the teasing, the stares - that tell us we need to lose weight or get fit. Shame and anger can be powerful motivators. ("I'll show them" can be pretty darned effective.) But when the anger wears off, then what? The best source of inspiration, I would argue, comes from within. I realize that sounds like the beginning of a ridiculously cheesy infomercial, but bear with me. I've tried to lose weight at various points in my life, and for lots of different reasons. And most of the time, I put that weight right back on. The reason, I think, is that I tried to lose weight with the wrong motivation. Usually, it was because someone else wanted me to. A well-meaning family member, maybe, who took me aside to point out how big I was getting. But the one time I was finally able to lose weight and keep it off, I think there were 2 big factors that helped. The first is that I realized I needed to change my lifestyle; I needed to find a new way of eating that I could sustain for the long haul, and I needed to become more active overall. The second, and I believe the most important, is that I decided I wanted to get healthy for me. I wanted to live a healthier life (and not die prematurely of some preventable disease), and I wanted to be happy with how I looked. Not because someone else wanted me to do those things, but because I wanted them for me. That was the motivation that carried me through, and led to a successful set of changes.
I'm not going to stop watching the Ironman, partly because I'm a wannabe athlete who dreams of accomplishing such feats, maybe, some day. But I also know that the inspiration I find in the stories of those athletes I watch will only inspire me if I'm already motivated to be healthy - for the right reasons.
Labels: exercise, fitness, walking, weight loss
