The One Day Diet
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Middle Aged (35-54)Transcript
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Principle. Number one. Love yourself. When I was a child, I was a competitive swimmer and a pretty damn good one. I once several first place ribbons and broke and held state records for the fastest time in my age group, I was passionate about swimming, it was my life, I would wake up in the dark and go practice for hours before school and return after school for another hour or two for afternoon practice. At this age, my coach joe was my guru. I looked up to him and adored him more than anything to up my game, joe had a strategy that during swim meets I would not take a breath until I reached the end of the pool. The motivation was that because your body needs oxygen, you automatically swim faster to get to the other side. On the morning of my swim meet, I took a deep breath, dove into the blue water and kicked my feet as fast as I could. About halfway down the pool, my body began craving oxygen, causing my neck to instinctively turn an inch or two in an attempt to take that gasp of air. But I fought back and did not allow that quick breath. By the time I reached the end of the pool, I had succeeded in not taking a breath. Not only that I hit the touch pad in one another. First place ribbon elated. I jumped out of the water and ran toward my coach for the approval I so desired, but joe just looked at me and said. I told you not to breathe. That was it. There was no acknowledgement or congratulatory words, dismayed. I sat confused and bewildered as to why he was upset. Not only had I won, I had done exactly as he instructed, by not taking one breath, sitting down to speak with him and get the coaching I deserved. I learned that joe believed that I was taking breaths. Apparently when I was fighting for oxygen and my neck turned just enough to fight for oxygen. It appeared to joe as though I was breathing, desperately, defending myself. I insisted that I did not. Which led joe to insinuate that I was lying. Joe's response crushed my little soul, losing faith in myself. I questioned what I did wrong. I questioned my own honesty and thoughts. My body and lungs knew full well. I didn't breathe, but I began to put up walls, losing trust in myself and my coach.