Mr. Cheap (and he IS, proudly!) over at FourPillars blogs mostly about money but with a dose of his weight goals thrown into the mix. I’m not about to blog regularly about my weight — but suffice it to say, I’m committed to some weight loss of my own, possibly courtesy of Bargainista’s contest for 3 months worth of free nutrisystem. I’m undoing my contest chances by spreading the word, but it is Freebie (or nearly) Wednesday! (and fyi, if you haven’t signed up for Bargainista’s feed, or bookmarked her site, you’re missing awesome sales intel).
To enter the contest, we need to explain our motivation. Here’s my thinking about my need to lose weight (and it’s on the serious side, heads-up):
I am about 20 pounds over my healthy weight. You wouldn’t know it (according to friends, lol) to look at me, but my doctor confirms it’s absolutely the case. My desire to lose the excess me is partly for my own health and energy, but also from another philosophical grounding point. It’s this. I blog about being wise with money. I have a business that helps people be thoughtful with their money. My dream goal is that Canadians become so adept at handling their money (out of debt, not buying crap, finding meaning in things other than consumption) that we become known for it, and are able to be generous towards developing countries, and find really creative ways to live sustainably.
And yet here I am overeating on a regular basis, even as, night after night, the character I affectionately call ‘the homeless lunatic’ sleeps against the heat duct of the building across my street. He is skinny, underfed, and lines up for the soup kitchen down the street for whatever food they have on offer. And I overeat, even as addicts in my neighbourhood walk on cartoon-like legs and have guant faces because they don’t nourish themselves properly with food. Not to mention the kids in refugee camps around the world.
For me to consistently overeat and carry around excess me is just. plain. wrong.
So, Hello 2008: I’m going to try my d-est to get hold of my eating. To eat appropriately, and heathily. To respect the people who are starving enough not to mindlessly stuff myself.
end of story.