I had a surprise waiting for me outside of my house Saturday morning. Like teenagers toilet papering a friend’s house, two of my awesome health coaches and friends taped two posters to my garage door and placed 100 small signs in my front yard.
This brings back a couple of memories from my youth.
I remember my dad getting really mad when some of my older siblings’ friends TPed our house. He called their mom and made them come clean it up. Knowing how frugal my parents were, I’m kind of surprised they didn’t send us out there to re-roll the toilet paper. My dad was the type who would tell us we couldn’t get fries when we went out to a fast-food joint for burgers because, “We have chips at home.”
Lesson learned: I never TPed my childhood home.
I was on the receiving end of the stern lecture in my other toilet papering memory.
I had a crush on a cute girl named Christine, so naturally I convinced my friends to plaster the huge trees, bushes and lawn in her front yard with toilet paper. Knowing how broke I was, I’m sure it was single ply.
My buddies and I were in the midst of a fine decorating job when a diesel truck approached the house. We figured it would drive by, but unfortunately it stopped. My fleet-footed friends scattered quicker than I did and I was easily spotted trying to hide behind a shrub on the side of her house.
“Who put you up to this!?” the older man yelled at me.
Honestly, this question confused me.
“Nobody,” I told him. “It was my idea.”
He started yelling other things that aren’t repeatable in a family-friendly blog and told me to get lost. He then started cleaning up the toilet paper.
I was genuinely confused. He didn’t live there. Why did he care so much about us TPing Christine’s house?
My friends suddenly reappeared and we hopped in the car after he grumbled when I tried to help clean up the mess. I remember yelling some smart-aleck line about cleaning up his language and thought I was clever because I swore at him as we drove away.
A couple of days later I found out why the truck driver was so upset. Turns out, Christine’s house looks like a house on the next street over. We toilet papered the wrong house. And this wasn’t just any house that we TPed. It happened to be the home of an elderly widow.
Nearly three decades later, I still feel bad about that accidental incident.
Lesson learned: I never TPed an elderly widow’s home again.
Which brings us back to this past weekend.
While I was deep in sleep on my couch during a Netflix viewing (“Flash,” if you’re wondering), my friends Kami, Amy and Andrew were up to some teenager-like antics in my yard.
They also decorated my front yard with dozens and dozens of weeds. Oh wait. Those were already there. Even better than noxious plants, my friends and fellow health coaches placed small signs all around my yard. Each sign represented one pound that I’ve lost since dedicating my life to a healthier way in March.
My reaction to waking up to 100 “1 lb” signs placed in front of my house was the exact opposite of the reactions my dad and that truck driver had in the aforementioned toilet-papering incidents.
I was overwhelmed with happiness and deeply touched.
Talk about an impressive visual. One hundred is a large number in terms of weight loss, but seeing that many different signs placed around my front yard was really cool.
As I walked around looking at the signs (taped to wooden sticks and placed in the grass and ground), it really made me think about the progress I’ve made since I decided to change my life after weighing in at an all-time high of 374 pounds six months ago.
I could probably list 100 different things and improvements each of those signs represented.
- I can tie my shoes without breaking a sweat.
- I can do other daily tasks without huffing and puffing.
- I have so much more energy.
- I’m wearing size 44 pants instead of size 54.
- I’m wearing XXL shirts instead of XXXXL.
- I’m doing more with my kids (although there is room for improvement in this category).
- I’m hiking on occasion.
- I’m feeling better about myself.
- I’m helping to inspire others to improve their lives as a friend, role model and health coach.
- I’m enjoying eating healthy food (yes, some of it’s weird) like cauliflower crust pizzas and zoodles (zucchini noodles).
- I’m fitting into booths without a problem.
- I no longer need a More of Me to Love Belt on the airplane.
- I’m starting to feel my hip bones.
- I’m not looking nearly as pudgy.
- I’m not feeling like I need to hide behind a mountain man beard.
- My improved physical health has sparked a desire to better myself in other ways, including spiritually, emotionally and financially.
- I’ve received so much love, support, compliments and encouragement to last a lifetime. (Not that any of you need to stop!)
- And perhaps the best change: I have hope.
Seriously, the list could go on and on. My life is just so much better than it was 100 pounds ago. It makes me really excited to see what lies in store for me in another 100 pounds.
- Starting weight (March 6): 373.7 pounds
- Last week’s weight (Sept. 2): 276.1
- This week’s weight (Sept. 2): 273.6
- This week’s loss: 2.5 pounds
- Total loss: 100.1 pounds