Moving On Up

If you read my bio, I mentioned “at some point, I decided that I didn’t need the weight anymore.” Below recounts the moment when it happened.

In January 2018, I was a 2-week participant in Costa Rica for Instantaneous Transformation 2018, hosted by Ariel and Shya Kane. It was Saturday afternoon, after week 1 and we, those who were staying for week 2, were getting ready for the participants from week 2 to join us at the resort we were staying. In preparation, “the 2-weeker” participants had a meeting and were informed of the logistics for the new arrivals.

As part of the preparations, some folks who had stayed in a certain rooms during
week 1, were in different rooms during week 2. I was one of those folks. Week 1, I was the resident of room 26. During week 2, my new residence was going to be Room 53. So at the end of the meeting, those of us where were moving rooms, went to our week 1 haciendas, packed our things and moved to our new week 2 rooms.

I remember gathering all of my items and placing them into my suitcase. I am a frequent traveler, so I have learned how to pack well with minimal quantity of items including luggage. In this case, I had one suitcase and a back pack. Room 26 was close to the dining hall. Room 53 was close to the conference center. The distance between was about 600 steps. So after packing I took my roller back and my backpack and started my transition,
moving “uptown” to my new location near the conference center.

As I was walking, I started to get winded. I felt the weight of the book bag on my back
and the roller bag in my right hand. My pace slowed. I changed my roller bag to my left hand and continued to move forward. I continued breathing heavily as I was walking.
I was surprised that I was getting winded. And then I remembered, when I checked in for my flight a week ago, I had lifted my suitcase up onto the airline scale to check it in, and saw that the suitcase weight 35.6 pounds. When I remembered that, something clicked inside of me. by pulling my roller bag, my body felt like it had an extra 35 pounds weight it was carrying around.

I started thinking about an episode of “The Biggest Loser” an American TV show that had 16 contestants split up into 2 or 3 teams and paired up with a trainer, to work out, diet and lose weight, until there was 1 person left who lost the most weight and was crowned the Bigger Loser. On the episode I had remembered, there were 4 contestants left and they were doing a physical challenge. Each of the contestants had lost a lot of weight at that point in the show (one had lost 80 pounds, one had lost 60, etc). And for the physical challenge, each was asked to put on a weight vest with the amount of weight they had lost and climb stairs in a football stadium as fast as they could (from bottom to top). It was a timed challenge. “Ready, Set, GO!”

The contestants started out trying to sprint, but very quickly went to a steady stair climbing pace, as fast as each respective person could go, until they reached the top. Once everyone was at the top, each contestant was given their time and told to remove their weight vests. Then they were told to go down to the bottom of the stairs and climb back to the top for a new time. The winner of the challenge was the contestant who have the largest difference in time between the 1st climb and the 2nd. So the contestants ran up the stairs – much faster the 2nd time and as you can imagine, without the weight
vest on, it was MUCH easier to climb the stairs and complete the challenge.

At the time, when I was watching the show, I thought it was a cool challenge. What a great way to feel your accomplishment – losing all of that weight. But it was a novel, imaginary concept to me because I had never experienced anything like that before. Granted, I have lost weight. And I have gained weight. But I have never experienced in back to back moments what it felt like to do something with the extra weight… and then immediately do it again without the weight. Until I moved to room 53. In that moment, my extra weight was 35.6 pound and I was going suitcase 600 steps.

My pace slowed and breath labored. I was experiencing the challenge. I started thinking about the extra stress having the extra weight was putting on my heart and lungs. And how hard it was to do the activity. I was also looking forward to when I got to room 53 and when I could put the suitcase down and not carry it anymore. In that moment it struck me. I don’t have to carry around the 35 extra pounds. All the extra weight is doing for me is making things harder for me. In that moment, I made a choice. I didn’t need to carry the extra weight around anymore. I could “put it down.” I chose.

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