So I was lucky enough to have dinner last week with Sir Chris Hoy…*screws face up* okay okay you got me, I was lucky enough to attend a dinner last week where Sir Chris Hoy was the after dinner speaker – he was awesome. And rather more dishy than I’d expected if I’m honest – he’s already made my friend’s top 5 ‘list’ (you know, that list…) but I think he might just have upset the apple cart a bit on mine too, by knocking old Kevin Costner into 6th place. That’s a debate for another time, but anyway as MAMILs go he was, you know, up there. Buns of steel allegedly.
He was talking about his career as Britain’s most successful Olympian of all time with 6 gold medals and one silver under his belt. More particularly he was talking about the dedication to training and what it was that enabled him to push through the pain of everything he had to put his body through on a daily basis for years on end. It was really emotional actually when they played the video montage of him winning all his medals. And I couldn’t help thinking as I sat there listening to him that whilst we might belong to the same human race, he and I are about as far apart as members of that human race as it’s possible to get.
He was up there, glowing with vitality, a supreme athlete talking about how he’d pushed his body to the extremes of what it’s possible for the human body to endure, in pursuit of a dream, which he achieved. And then he dreamed even bigger, and achieved again. As I sat there, buried under the best part of 300lbs of fatness, puffy feet stuffed inside strappy shoes which were digging in like mad, with back ache from doing nothing more exerting than standing on my feet a lot during the day, I felt so sad – and a little bit ashamed – that in my own way I’ve also pushed my body to the extreme. Not in pursuit of excellence, but simply because I’ve never gotten a hold of this broken relationship I have with food and put it to bed once and for all. But that’s why we’re here isn’t it? Me and the rest of our posse.
As it turns out, he and I have more in common than I thought. He’s a visualiser…his whole approach to training was based on him seeing himself race a perfect race. By focusing on that, he was able to tolerate the punishing train – hurt – repeat schedule day after day after day. And it was never the result which drove him – it was purely seeing himself racing the perfect race.
He made me smile when he talked about negotiating with his legs, telling them that this time round the track would be their last so they needed to give it their all. Then when they did, saying there’s just one more, but this time is the last time…ten times a session (his legs must be a bit gullible that’s all I can say…fool me once and all that!)
I’m a visualiser too. I don’t know if you read the ‘Heifer in the Helicopter‘ post a few weeks ago – I’ve been visualising the bloody bells and alarms going off every time the asshole in my mind rattles his chains, and it’s effective. It’s definitely kept me away from the hobnobs. But, Sir Chris Hoy has further inspired me, and being the magpie that I am I’m going to pinch all of these different things that work for other people until I find the things that work best for me. I’m going to force my body into compliance by lying outrageously that the hobnobs are coming if it will just stick to the diet for one more day, and I’m going to keep on visualising.
I’m visualising running the perfect race from fat to skinny. Not focusing on the finish line but focusing instead on executing it perfectly. Sticking to my food plan, counting my points, ignoring the asshole, being the best I can be. And getting skinny..? That’s my Olympic gold right there.
In the past 21 months, I’ve lost 85 lbs. It has not been easy. Once I lost about 50 lbs., everyone kept asking me how I did it, so I started a blog of my own. I spend a LOT of time writing about how to overcome the @$$hold in my head. More than anything, if we want to accomplish our goals, we must stop listening to the negatives in our mind and push them aside. That’s the only way you can do it.
The only way to find out what works for you is to keep trying different ways until you find it. And find it you will.
You know I’m here because the magpie in me so often says, “Shiny! Nab that!” when I read your posts 🙂
So I appreciate both the metaphor and the fuel for my fire.
I’m glad you got to listen so we could reap the benefit. I had a moment of that at the gym last week – I was looking at this really not fit woman on an elliptical in front of me. That chick was MOVING. I was impressed. And she wasn’t all that much smaller than me . . . so I tried it – I moved faster, really faster, for just 60 seconds. It was very freeing – to know I could, to know I didn’t immediately collapse or flop awkwardly off the machine. It didn’t fall apart either! So I scattered it in here and there as I rode.
I like the idea of visualizing – it’s really not something I ever do – but I’m going to try it.
Hi Cherie, you know that’s one of the things I’ve come to love and value the most about what we’re building here…there’s no right way or wrong way and we’re all just doing the best we can. If we can nab ideas and support from each other it increases the likelihood of finding the one thing that makes a difference and allows us to succeed. We rock!!