My last post was an open, honest, self-reflection about my battle with weight. I have done everything in the last few years to combat this. I joined the Y. I go sometimes. I have all kinds of exercise equipment in my house. I dust it a lot. I purchased P90x. Enough said. I buy healthy foods when I shop for groceries. I blow it all when I go out to eat.
So a couple of friends of mine suggested that I join them on an Isagenix journey. Now, first of all, I’m not a believer in the “cleanse” revolution. But, all three of us are struggling to lose weight. We decided that we would bind together and do this. We would encourage each other. We would meet everyday (if possible) and talk about how we are doing. It sounded better than doing something on my own. So, Sunday I began the journey.
Sunday was fine. I cheated a little with a light breakfast I wasn’t supposed to have, but the rest of the day I stuck to the regimen like clock-work.
Monday was my first “cleanse” day. No food at all. I had a series of drinks and pills and snack tablets and water. Lots of water. Hordes of water. And, surprisingly, I made it through just fine.
Then came Tuesday. Remember, my last meal was Sunday night. I went to the second day of a training session for our county school system. Some of the wonderful ladies in our group decided to bake things for snacks throughout the day. They lay there on an open table in front of me along with the candy bars and donuts. They called to me like sirens of sin, tempting me to wreck my boat on their rocky shores. Not only did I have to walk past them every time the latest bottle of water caused me to take a “bio” break (our trainers’ term), but the restrooms at the library are located across the open hallway from their snack shop. Tuesday was going to be rough.
About 10:30 I decided to pick up the phone and call one of the Dieters Three. No answer. So I immediately called the other. I talked to him for a couple of minutes. I told him I felt like I was in an AA program calling my sponsor when I was about to have a drink. We laughed. I felt better. We all met for lunch. Well, we all met for our shake drink, and talked about what we were having for dinner. Our first full meal in 2 days.
I had decided on steak. I just didn’t know where. I could go to Logan’s, or Outback, or O’Charley’s, or Chili’s. Suddenly my afternoon was becoming consumed with deciding where to have this wonderful meal. About 2:30 I was blocking my day off into 30 minute increments. I can do this another 30 minutes…..
I have to tell you the steak I had was wonderful. I landed at the Bistro and had their sirloin with vegetable goulash in a light truffle butter sauce. It was heavenly. Is there a word better than heavenly? If there is, it was that, too.
This morning, Wednesday, I got up and felt thinner. I put on a pair of pants that have squeezed the breath out of me in recent weeks, and they fit. My shirt is not gaping open in the front where my stomach usually keeps trying to get out when I sit down. I decided to wear a tie to celebrate.
Suddenly, I feel like a professional again. I can do this. I will do this.
So, on my way to Starbucks this morning (you didn’t really think I was giving up caffeine just to lose a few pounds did you?), it hit me. This is why Weight Watchers and Jenny Craig and other programs work. It wasn’t a new revelation. It just popped into my head without warning.
They build community around a shared need and draw strength from each other.
How would our teaching and learning change in our classrooms if we could get our students to feel the same way? So often we feel like we have to work with Billy Bob all by himself because we can’t let anyone else know where his struggles are. That would be an invasion of his privacy.
But what if we could partner little Billy Bob with Jerry Joe and Sally Mae? What if, together, we could get them talking in the evenings about their homework assignment? What if we carved out time during the day for the three of them to work together? What if we were able to take three from my class and put them with other groups from other classes for an hour after school just to talk about their struggles and gain strength and insight from one another?
If you are already doing this, feel free to leave me a comment about how it is working for you and your kids.
Community is Power.




