When I think of the word comfort what comes to mind is a warm, cozy room whee I feel loved and secure. But when I think of the words comfort zone I think of a place where I’m comfortable yes, but also a place where I might be letting the status quo get the best of me.
I always had good intentions, even as I was gaining upwards of 50 pounds a year. I intended to lose weight (again) and I intended to exercise and I intended to make some positive changes in my relationships but I didn’t. Why? There are probably a thousand and one reasons I couldn’t get myself going but one of them was due to the fact that I was comfortable.
Not comfortable sitting in chairs or moving from place to place, but comfortable in my fatness. I felt insulated and safe in many ways. I didn’t have to “put myself out there” because no one expected much of the Fat Diane. I didn’t have to try new adventures because I wasn’t physically capable. I was comfortable in existing but not improving.
Why can it be so hard to move out of our comfort zones? Here’s some thoughts I had:
- unknown results
- lack of self confidence
- rewards not known
- hard to take the first step
- pressure from others to stay put
For me it was a combination of a lot of these things. I was scared to really give 100% effort at improving my health. I didn’t know if I could make enough right choices to make a difference. And I was afraid of what might happen. I knew that losing some weight, okay a lot of weight, would improve my health, but I also knew that changing my life would well – – change my life. Was I really ready for that?
It took me a long time to get to the place where I could move out of my comfort zone. Oh sure, occasionally I’d stick my toe outside my comfort zone for other things, like selling kitchen products (that’s another blog post), or having another baby, but when it came to moving my body and making good food choices I was firmly ensconced on my comfy couch. What finally got me to haul myself out of my comfy cushions was the realization that if I continued down my current path I could end up housebound or worse. I got so worried about my health and so disgusted with my ugly, homemade jumpers that I got up and got moving. Even though a “negative” emotion got me started, that negative emotion was quickly replaced by one amazingly positive experience after another. And not just with my weight, but with my life.
Where are you? Are you on the couch or out on the road? If you’ve made that move what got you there? How did you get out of your comfort zone and take the risk to try something new? Diane
Here’s the guest post I did for Frito-Lay on Holidays Don’t Have To Be Hard. It’s true – they don’t!!