As promised, today I’m revealing the mystery around my 30Thirty challenge.
So why the 30? Because 30 sounds nice don’t you think? Lol, just kidding! No, I chose 30 firstly because not only are there 30 days left til September, but in 30 days scientific research has proved that the human mind and body are capable of impressive progress and change when put to test. Secondly, because I believe that there are as many ways to success as there are failed attempts at trying.
So over the next 30 days I will literally make 30 attempts to reach my goal! Poof! Rocket science! Lol!
Okay, enough with the theoretical blah-blah, Teekay, what’s the BIG challenge!
Well, the subject is a little touchy (at least for me it is).
One of the reasons why I’ve decided to open up about it now, is because I truly believe in the positive power of accountability and sharing our experiences.
Growing up, I definitely wasn’t the Naomi Campbell of my group of friends. Okay, so I wasn’t Ugly Betty either, but I was what we call today a “curvy sista” – big booty and big tities on top of every other horrible change that comes your way as a teenager! The least I can say is, had it not been for my solid academic, cultural and sport track record, I’d have suffered a WHOLE LOT more.
But not everything was bad growing up though, if you pur aside the constant mockery and stares from some of my peers. Trust me, when your behind has the nickname “Mount Ararat” and you’re literally the butt (excuse the pun) of your friend’s jokes because of your “ass-et“, no A+ in French or Physics can save your fragile ego.
Needless to say, It took me a long time to get over. 11 years in total!
Reaching 30 has by far been a major turning point for me on various levels. Professionally – I’m doing pretty well. Emotionally – I’ve found the only person I feel I’m capable of spending the rest of my life with. Lol! Spiritually – I’ve learned to let go of certain things from the past and holding on to meaningless relationships and feelings….albeit one in particular. The “I’m-still-a-Fatty-syndrome“.
Yes, believe it or not.
Living in Paris naturally hasn’t helped my “body-esteem” much. French women live up to their reputation of being generally very slim and effortlessly elegant without even trying…. This said, I’m working on my own definition of le French chic, even though I can’t help but wonder whether my behind would have been a hit in a more tropical destination….Just a thought!
Anyway, my male colleagues and I have a somewhat “conflictual” relationship. It isn’t so much a question of incompatibility of personalities as it is a question of hierarchy and performance – I guess not all men digest drive and ambition from a female very well! Lol! Anyway, I recently overheard one of them call me a “fat cow”. Like WT…! Had I been skinny, it would have passed me over in a second, but as someone who considers herself a “fatty”, it certainly got me thinking.
It’s been two weeks now but those words have sat in my mind, marinating like a big, greasy, pork chop! Need I say; I’m still furious! Firstly, because “really, the nerve”! And secondly “geesh, do people seriously see me as fat?”
Well, truth is I have gotten a little complacent about my body and watching what I eat lately and necessarily a little tighter in my clothes. Work has been a priority since my promotion so I guess certain things got naturally been pushed aside. This remark was definitely the catalyst and “kick in the behind” I needed to get back on track!
So I’ve decided to lose a few kilos (10 to be exact!). Of course I’m aware they won’t disappear over night, let alone in the next 30 days, but one thing I’m certain of is that my 30 attempts at my goal will at least bring me that much closer.
Having in the past followed a great eating and lifestyle plan that focused on group dynamics, I can most certainly vouch on the benefits of being accountable.
By making one’s goal “public” it creates a sort of obligation or need to succeed as a means to avoid disappointing the people vouching for you.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking you for your support – being called a “fat cow” definitely gave me all the motivation I need for the next 10 years….Lol!
What I am doing though, is inviting any of you who haven’t yet found the resolve to confront your demons – whatever they are, to make a conscious decision to take the necessary steps over the next 30 days to overcome whatever it is that is holding you back!
It takes 15 days to break a bad habit, and 15 days to start a new one!
What will your 30Thirty challenge be?
Come on, let’s write this chapter together!