In the fall of 2007, we moved back home. Nothing had changed and everything had changed. I had a new job, new skills and perspective, and of course…more bumps in the road. I had been promised that this new job would bring a significant amount of responsibility and leadership. However, I found myself a staff member instead. I did as I had learned in my previous jobs with this company, jumped right in with both feet and volunteered for as many things as I could. I was on committees, a review board, did special evaluations, etc. When it looked as though I was not going to get the promised leadership role, I began to look elsewhere.
At about six months into this job, I was interviewing in Texas. I still remember driving to the airport and hearing a song on the radio – Steve Miller’s Jet Airliner:
Big ol’ jet airliner
Don’t carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol’ jet airliner
Cause it’s here that I’ve got to stay
Really? I believe in this sort of thing and knew I would not take the job even when offered. They made me a wonderful offer and I would have had lots of leadership opportunities and could have worked with my mentor again. But I turned it down. In the meantime, things did change at work and I got more responsibility.
Of course, I was not tending to my athletic side at all. I did make an attempt to fit in walking up and down 5 flights of stairs a few times each day, but that was not nearly enough. We also skied in the winter, though I was not seeing much improvement across seasons. 2008, 2009 passed with no real effort to manage weight or reclaim my inner athlete. And then, that fateful weekend in March 2010 when I had reached a whopping 208 pounds…
Things became interesting then and I have not allowed a single roadblock to deter me since that weekend. Here is the most frequently asked question…
“How did you lose all of that weight?”