News spread like wildfire! My phone buzzed and rang like crazy yesterday.
I got lots of queries from my family and close friends about why I hadn't told them about the show in advance so that they could have watched or made plans to record it.
Most people had complimentary things to say, but there were two people who were not concerned with telling me how nice I looked or to find out how I happened to get to be on the series premier of Dr. Oz.
Mom, was one of those people!
I know... I know. How could I NOT tell my mother? Well, you don't know my mom! She's awesome, but she's also rather strict. She loves me and she's sacrificed for me and done a terrific job as a mother, but I just didn't want to hear the "mothering"... you know what I mean, right? The "Roz, you've really got to watch your weight!" or the "I can't beleive you've gotten so big, you'd better watch out for diabetes!" or the "*gasp* I can't believe that you're eating so much fast food... I thought you were cooking more!" It's just easier to bury my head in the sand than it is to truly listen to what I know I need to hear... but hearing it is often just frustrating when it is something that I already know.
Mom's reaction was no surprise. Actually, she was a little less nagging than I'd anticipated. She was extremely concerned about my blood pressure, even after I had explained the circumstances under which the reading that was shared with national TV had come to be so high.
What was a surprise, was an old classmate who reached out to me on Facebook. This particular young lady was someone whom I hadn't seen in years, but she reached out to me to ask me if I was okay and to tell me that she was worried about my health and wanted me to do whatever I could to be all right! It touched my heart to see a peer have the kind of concern that most older adults (in particular, related adults or medical professionals) would have.
I was really hoping to have scored a diet plan and workout regimen on Dr. Oz's dime, but no such luck! I'm going to have to try to do it alone. It's hard. It's hard to pass by the easy options (read as the Mc Donalds or KFC drive through) and move on to the less easy choices (read as hitting the gym, preparing my own food and eating healthier snacks).
I've tried and failed before. I was blessed as a child and many things came easy to me, and later in life, I simply gave up on things that didn't at first seem simple. I figured if I didn't get it right away that I could make do without it. Somehow, that mentality managed to follow me into adulthood. Luckily, I recently read somethings about failure a few days ago that changed my mind.
President Barack Obama said:
Michael Jordan said:
If these two men, who've reached the heighest of heights in their respective fields, believe in the power of failure... then so should I! Follow me... if I fail, I promise to dust myself off, and try again!
Tomorrow is swimming and hopefully, yet another fast food free day!
WISH ME LUCK!