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Getting My Ass Kicked By Half-Assed.

by Amber on June 20, 2011

How many diets have you been on in your lifetime? Two? Twenty? 200?

I’ve been on so many that I’ve lost count. Some have lasted two days, some have lasted two years, but none have resulted in permanent weight loss.

I go down and then I go up. I go way, way down and then ballooning up into the stratosphere. That’s just how it’s always been.

Half Assed A Weight Loss Memoir Cover

The source of my epiphany.

But this weekend, I had an epiphany of sorts. It doesn’t have to be that way. I could spend my life not dieting—and lose weight anyway.

The source of this epiphany was one you might not expect—a book called Half Assed: A Weight Loss Memoir. I mean, come on. It’s a book about weight loss. You’d assume that means it’s all about dieting, right?

Well, it’s not. The author did, in fact, lose something like 200 pounds. But in the book she never tells you how she did it. You know what she did say?

Something to the effect of, “I refused to do anything I wasn’t prepared to do for the rest of my life.”

She didn’t count calories. She didn’t get pre-portioned meals delivered to her freezer. She didn’t go under the knife. She just focused on getting healthy.

Reading that, I started thinking. What would I do if I wasn’t perpetually spinning my wheels, giving up all that I love in order to reach a magic number? What changes would I make if I simply focused on being healthy—forever?

I would certainly give up fully-leaded soda. And eat more salad (I actually love salad). I would stop reaching for the cookies when I’m upset (most of the time). I would just focus on eating right instead of worrying about what I had eaten that was wrong.

But most importantly, I would focus on exercise. The author (Jennette Fulda), goes on and on about how good exercising makes her  feel—how powerful and alive she feels when she’s moving. And I? Feel the same way.

There’s something about running that makes every cell in my body sing. I turn beet red, I gasp for breath, and every muscle I have begs for mercy, but it feels good. It feels right. And the rest of my life seems a little easier to manage when I’m done.

So I’m not dieting anymore. I’m not.

I’m just going to try to be a healthier person. And hopefully? The scale will reward me.

Think I’ve got a shot?

Disclaimer: Nobody gave me anything to do this review. Amazon was practically giving the book away (it was only 99 cents on Kindle), but I did indeed shell out my dollar. But if I were you? I’d go buy it—even if they’re charging $10. Or, you know. I could loan you mine.

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