Baby Elephants

A good friend messaged me today and told me that I inspire her, and that she wants to start losing weight too. I felt humbled by that. I mean, I’ve not done anything yet! In fact, I feel like I had an awful, “hungry day” yesterday. But I guess inspiration comes from lots of different places, and it’s hard enough to even decide to change.

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She told me she heard about a baby elephant being born, and that he was around 230 pounds. CUTE! Elephants are my favorite animal! But that weight is not always cute on human women. She told me it dawned on her that she weighs as much as a baby elephant, and that it kind of alarmed her. And I just thought about how it’s amazing what inspires us, what scares us, what motivates us. We all have such different experiences and feelings. That baby elephant didn’t alarm me so much, but for her it was a kick in the pants. Which makes me wonder and ask:

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What was your baby elephant?

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Feel free to comment and share! And it doesn’t have to be about weight loss – share your ‘baby elephants’ about anything you’d like. What was that thing that dawned on you, that kicked you in the pants, that made you go, “Okay, the change starts here”?

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I have three that have been on my mind lately – one is about health, one is about incentive and one is about vanity. I am sick of looking so oddly-shaped and wide in photos. Now, I am never someone who denies a photo being taken, as most of you know. I live for recording my life. But I want so badly to look nice in photos! I want to look svelte and healthy and good in my clothes! And that’s been on my mind lately.

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Also, I am lucky enough to have someone paying me to lose weight. So that’s something to think about. It’s supposed to be incentive, and I am using it as such! I need to keep it on my mind. I get paid per pound lost! I get paid per pound lost! I keep it as a mantra when I want to eat something when I’m not hungry.

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My other “baby elephant,” and perhaps my most important, has been the death of a family friend. She was 55 years old, and a large lady, and a heart attack took her life about two months ago. The thought still brings tears to my eyes. She was a nice lady, and I grew up with her. I’d known her since I was a kid; I played in her yard and her house. I slept in her living room with her children. And she’s gone. And it just makes me think, I have got to change this while I can. I don’t want to die.

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So here I am, trying to change this weight and become the body I want to be. I’m glad I’m inspiring people, but I’m being inspired and encouraged, too – by all of my friends and family everyday! We can do this, everyone! We can do this!

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The new baby elephant in London! Click for the story.

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About Sarah

Hey! I'm a 24-year-old Midwestern girl who is starting out at 262 pounds on November 1, 2011 and is hoping to be down to at least 162 pounds by November 1, 2012! Join me on my travels...

Posted on November 4, 2011, in Inspiration, Weight Loss and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Fun post, Sarah! Yay metaphors.. And one that involves a baby elephant! lol πŸ™‚

  2. Hi. I think my baby elephant was when I went to the doctor and found that my resting heart rate was 115! I clearly need to get in shape (round is not an acceptable shape) or else my ticker is going to run out of ticks faster than I want!

  3. lol I have to agree with Christina, there’s nothing better than a good metaphor! And I know exactly what my baby elephant was. One day in late September I went to the grocery store and bought a 24 pack of Pepsi and 4 bags of mini twix/snickers candy bars. I went home and hid my goodies in my room where my mom, her boyfriend, and her boyfriends kids couldn’t get to them. Just 3 days later, I had already gone through almost the entire 24 pack of Pepsi and a whole bag of the candies! I looked around myself with new eyes, and saw all these candy wrappers and empty soda cans, and I thought, What am I doing? Am I TRYING to kill myself? And that was my baby elephant. I gave the rest of my candy and sodas away, and have been doing good ever since!

  4. Mine was when my fat jeans were too tight to wear comfortably. I knew I had to do something then.

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