FFP

    Hello. My name is Betsy Schow and I’m an FFP, a former fat person. Yes you’ve read correctly, former. One year ago today I decided I was finished with being fat.
 
     On October 17 2010, I begrudgingly stepped on the bathroom torture device, otherwise known as a scale. After the dust had settled and the little 0.00 had stopped blinking, it betrayed me by saying 216.8. The lies, the horror! I checked behind me to make sure my daughter hadn’t inadvertently stepped on the scale. Nope just me. Must be one of those freak miscalculations. I would step off and try again. You see, over the last four months I had been exercising at the gym, and mostly avoiding sweets. Last month when I weighed myself the scale read 205.  All that work couldn’t have disappeared in just one month right? If you believed the gremlin  that lives inside my scale, it did. A second, third, and fourth weigh in all revealed the same exact results, I had gained 10 lbs. in one month!

    Such a drastic change demanded an equally drastic plan of action.  My doctor had been warning me for years that I was obese and at very real risk of becoming diabetic. I’d never really believed him until that moment.  My parents are type 2 diabetics, my husband is type 1 1/2. If I could gain 10 lbs. in one month, it could happen again, and again, until I became too big to get out of bed. Looking back now, I realize that I was probably overreacting a little bit, but I’m grateful I did. That was not going to be me. My life was not going to be filled with needles, insulin and mumus. I was going to change my life and my unhealthy attitude towards food.

    And I did. Not in a week. Not in a month. But in a year. Like I said earlier, today marks the one year anniversary of going from fat to fit.  This year I lost 72 lbs. Went from 44% body fat to19%.  From being winded running to catch the mailman, to finishing a marathon.  But more important than numbers or percentages, I learned to like myself. I learned what amazing capabilities each and every person has hidden inside.  And all it takes to unearth this untapped well of potential was a little hope, faith, and finally listening to my mother’s advice “Finish what you start.”

     This blog is intended to help others like me who have tried and failed one too many times. Who are ready to say I’m finished with being fat. Everyone say it with me now, “I am finished quitting on myself.”  I hope by sharing my story and some of the mistakes I’ve made and tricks I’ve learned, that I can help you finish your own goals.

    Fair warning: I’m not perfect, as anyone who knows me will gladly attest. I’m not a doctor, trainer, model, athlete, or superskinny.  I’m not advocating any particular lifestyle or diet plan.  As always, check with your doctor before beginning any exercise or diet plan. I’m just a sometimes frustrated mother of two that wants to share my thoughts and listen to yours.