Getting Past What Holds You Back with Baby Boomer Weight Loss Expert Scott 'Q' Marcus
This video starts a little slowly and it seems a little “hokey.” However, I have got to admit, it really inspired me. An amazing story of weight loss and what you can do when you believe in yourself.
From the source: A disabled veteran for many years, he could only hobble with a cane.In desperation and overweight, he found help from a special yoga instructor.
Sometimes frustration and aggravation can be controlled. Other times, control doesn’t come easily. I recently moved houses across the country and didn’t handle it as well as I could have. Nothing went the way I planned. Instead of dealing with things calmly, I found myself taking my anger out on others and saying things I later regretted.
Before the move even started, my husband and I found it hard to agree on anything regarding how it should be handled. He was convinced that if we didn’t enlist the help of family, friends or a moving company, we’d get in way over our heads and wouldn’t be able to handle moving across the country on our own. I was sure we didn’t need any help and were perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves.
About a week before we were supposed to move, I started panicking. Nothing was working out the way I wanted, clothes and personal items I needed had gotten lost in the shuffle and we were in no way prepared to pack everything into our two cars and my parents’ too-small trailer. My husband avoided me at any cost, knowing any wrong word could send me into a tantrum.
Finally, he had enough and decided to call on some family and friends to help us out before I completely lost it. They helped pack the remainder of our old home and even helped us squeeze all our belongings into the two cars and trailer. Looking back, there were a lot of things I wish I had done differently during the whole moving process. I pass these thoughts on to you, in hopes they can save you from alienating close friends and family.
I hope these tips are useful for those who are going through or are thinking about moving. You can avoid a lot of hard feelings if you take the time to think about what you’re about to do or say. Once we got settled in our new home, it was easy to look back on this situation and laugh at how easily we could’ve avoided all that stress. If we ever decide to move again, which won’t be for a long time, at least we’ll be prepared for the obstacles we’re bound to face.
Boldly she wore pink; he, however, was timidly draped in brown.She exploded with brightness while the wood-grained walls of the airport restaurant swallowed him whole. She came forward; he fell back.
A gentle, refined seasoning of white complimented her look: sweater, sneakers, and beautifully coiffed hair. From my mother’s day she came – and wore her age with proud, enthusiastic confidence.
His aura — sluggish and thick — was the perfect fit for his oversized waist and heavy movements. If not for her vibrancy to serve as a counterweight, he would have been invisible, absorbed by the background of the dimly lit restaurant.
Despite differences, their body language shared a history woven into long-term couples. They had seen much together; it was that bond that held them close.
He stared out the window, a leather-bound menu closed in front of him. Although the tarmac was busy, he was not watching the commotion; his eyes were fixed in space as he tried to remove himself from the discussion.
“What about your weight?” She asked. In her emphatic determination, there was no cruelty; simply the loving concern of a spouse who’s had this same discussion time and again. Whereby it would be wise for others not to venture there, wives have privilege; they walk where most wisely do not tread. “I don’t want to be a pest. It’s just the doctor said if you don’t watch what you eat, you’ll have another heart attack.”
“I’m tired of rabbit food,” he said, struggling to hold down his emotion. “I want something real. When I’m done eating, I want to know I had a meal.” He didn’t look at her; he was speaking to the window.
“I know,” she said, compassion in her voice. “Please…”
We make millions of decisions in our life. Some are long-term; others are less important.
Mistakenly, too often we think that simply because we made up our mind “a while ago,” we have to continue to hold the same opinion. What we decided to do in the past was based on what we knew and wanted at the time. Times change. So can our decisions. It’s okay to change your mind.
I am in charge of my life.
At times, we become so frustrated with she “slow” pace of change that we give up altogether, feeling “why even bother?”
In effect, we substitute NO change for SLOW change, the end result is that we will never get there.
Any progress is better than no progress..