"I Don't Want It If It's That Easy!"
The clock in my room read 7:03 am. As I laid restlessly in bed, my heart racing, I realized that I had officially been up for 24 hours. What. The. Fuck! The reason for my insomnia? I popped my very first diet pill the day before. I ran into my kitchen and grabbed the bottle of what was supposed to be my happily ever after, to read about the side effects that guaranteed rapid results. I mean... it had to be an honest product, the people in the infomercials weren't paid actors, duhhh! One woman featured in the ad even said she didn't have to change her diet or bother to exercise, and STILL lost 40 lbs in 2 months. Well of course, that was music to my lazy ass ears. I HATED working out. Annnnnnd I could still eat wings and shit?? I didn't hesitate to order.
I took my first dose and waited for the magic to happen. For the first few hours, I was fine, felt completely normal. That normalcy transformed into a wide range of emotions; I began hysterically crying out of the blue for absolutely no reason, then became extremely energetic, It felt as if I had been given Red Bull intravenously for 2 days straight. That sudden burst of energy may have been due to the fact that my heart was pulsating out of my damn chest. After a while, I said to myself, "Mel, why don't you take your ass to sleep? Maybe you'll feel better and your heartbeat will slow down." Welll.. Ummm.. I tried everything I could to relax and fall asleep, but couldn't, at least not for another 4 hours. That would be the last diet pill I would take, but it damn sure wouldn't be my last attempt to "get skinny quick."
Following the diet pill fiasco, I tried, amongst MANY others, the cayenne pepper/lemon juice/maple syrup drink diet (FAIL) , the cereal only diet (FAIL) and damn near starving myself (EPIC FAIL). Yeah, I may have lost a few pounds here and there, but once I parted ways with whatever diet trend was popular that month, the pounds always came back.. With a few of her cousins.
Why was I so convinced that weight loss would come so easily? If that were the case, every chick that could afford 3 payments of $29.95 would have a body that rivals Rihanna's. In retrospect; I, along with millions of other people, wanted the easy way out. I spent so much time, energy, and money searching for a product or plan that required minimal effort and maximum results, that I completely overlooked the ONLY solution to my weight battle: MY OWN STRENGTH.
After exhausting nearly every impossible possibility, I decided to join a weight loss challenge, boldly titled: FCK Being Fat. Unlike every other attempt I made at getting my body tight and right, this challenge absolutely REFUSED to promise you an easy way out of obesity. It forced you to get out of your comfort zone and made you fight for those muscles and shit! No pills to swallow, no organ crushing waist trainer to wear, no artificial shakes to drink. Just you, some cardio, and nooooooo liquor! I repeat... NOOOOOOO LIQUOR! The challenge positively forces you to not only change your diet.. But also your MIND and your perspective on what it truly means to be healthy. During the course of the challenge, I began to realize something.. I was soooo much stronger than I originally perceived myself to be. Like for instance, did you know that you don't actually die after working out? Who knew? Haha.
I can only speak for myself when I say this, but authentic accomplishments feel amazing. Discovering that you are stronger than your excuses, finally understanding the key components to maintaining LONG TERM weight loss results, and realizing that YOU are capable of working harder for your health and figure than any capsule, magic drink, or starvation diet EVER will feels better than sex! Well.. almost. One of the most important things I've learned and re-educated myself on: not depending on anything that could possibly be snatched off of the shelves, or could one day be involved in a class-action lawsuit. When you stick to the basics, the chances for long term success are much greater. Stop depending on artificial shit that yields temporary results. Would you rather have a genuine Louis Vuitton purse that you purchased with your own hard earned money, or purchase a knockoff because it was easier for you to obtain? That authentic bag will be around a whooooole lot longer than the plastic replica... Treat your health the same way. Don't be THAT girl! Lol