The scale budged a bit this week - hurray! I worked out, sweated, posted, ate well, recorded assiduously. Things are ducky that way. This afternoon, though, I had a wave of irritation that turned into a series of semi-coherent thoughts that I then decided to share. Perhaps you can help me think.
I decided that my recent bout of 3FC ennui and weight loss losslessness is as much mental as physical... a mental plateau if you will. It has to do with keeping on, and keeping on, and then keeping on some more. I know that eating and exercising won’t stop because I’ll always need to be healthy. So why feel like I need to keep on keeping on? I will not always need to lose weight and I want to be done with that part. I’m still such a long way away from my goal and at the moment I guess I'm just tired. Perhaps instead I should feel triumphant because I can eat and exercise on autopilot when I have to, with the autopilot properly trained.
Should I really care about the weight loss part, or should I just do my thing of eating well and exercising and wait for the weight to take care of itself? Why can I not be patient and just wait for it to be done? Why must I always push, push, push, fret, frown, worry, celebrate, calculate and so on? I suppose it is because I hate being in between, hanging. Hang in there, keep going, and maybe in this lifetime you’ll reach your weight goal. Lovely.
For that matter, I must ask myself what I’m waiting for. I look worlds better. It’s not like I can ever go back to eating pizza and cheeseburgers and tons of sweets. I feel better. So why do I feel like I’m waiting? Perhaps that means I haven’t completed the mindset change that I need, or that I’m on the way or nearly there or just out in la la land. Who knows? I know I need to be in the realm of 140-150 and that I’m not there. That I know. But does it matter if I achieve it by this Christmas or next Christmas or in time for summer the following year? Does it matter if I reach 100 lbs lost by the end of this year? Or does it just matter that I keep choosing chicken over cheeseburgers? Have I reached the REAL goal and just not realized it?
If the meaning of this journey is totally revamping the way I think about body, food, and weight, then maybe I am not so far from my goal as my ticker would indicate.
It does matter that I reach a healthy weight, don't get me wrong; I am still overweight even if I feel quite a lot better than I did before about myself. A size 14-16 is hardly svelte. Not horrendous, exactly, but hardly svelte. And some days I am so focused on doing well at this that I feel like it usurps my attention in other areas of life that are also important. It is consuming. Humbug. End of tangent.
Wow, I wonder what happened to bring that on when I’ve been happy that the scale is actually moving and I’ll have losses to post this week. Small losses are still losses!
I must laugh at myself in another way. Wax philosophical about my REAL goal and all that, but.... right now I have an 80-lb chickie and have lost 84 lbs. When I get the next pound and an 85-lb chickie I believe I shall have to hug and kiss and celebrate that little chickie, cuddling it to my bosom and calling it Precious. Go figure.
What is it about pounds when the pounds are only an indicator?
You KNOW it is about behavior at the the most visceral level, and you STILL worry about every ounce and when you'll see how much change and how long it'll take you to get into the next size.Perhaps it is because our society cares about the bust and the booty, and not the behaviors.
Some days I think I understand, but today I don't.




