Diet Tip of the Day: Be serious about your commitment to your diet, but not seriously fixated on the parameters of your diet plan. If you pick a plan that is super strict or you don’t give yourself any leeway for your human shortcomings, you’re way more likely to jump ship. Make sure your plan has adequate room for the ebb and flow of life, something my blogger friend Katie Kolberg Memmel knows a bit about.
Last night, my husband and I went out for a movie. We ended up skipping lunch because we were busy packing up our apartment, so we decided to grab something not-too-terrible at a fast food joint on our way to the movie. On the way, I was looking up WW points on my phone, and I found that a McChicken is 10 points. (My plan currently gives me 42 points per day.) That’s not too bad when that’s all you have, but that’s rarely the case.
Back when my husband and I were dating, we didn’t get to see each other a lot during the week, and he had a pretty small kitchen (I think 6′ x 6′ with an oven, fridge, sink, and no dishwasher), so we didn’t like to cook in that space or deal with the dishes afterwards. Instead, we would grab something at McDonald’s or Wendy’s. We got to the point where we would each get 4-5 items from the Dollar Menu. You heard me right. That would be my daily points allowance right there.
It’s realizations like this that make it perfectly clear how I ballooned up to this weight. It started with the PCOS and the failed attempts to lose weight. But the second stage was me. I got so hung up on the fact that I couldn’t lose weight that I stopped trying. It’s like having a ferocious, vicious dog in the guest room of your house. You try to get him to calm down and stop destroying your pull-out sofa, but no matter what you do, he keeps tearing it to pieces. You are tired of fighting him, so you come to terms with the fact that your sofa is long gone, and you leave the dog alone. But the dog, when left completely to his own devices, then claws down the door and rampages the rest of the house bit by bit. You find a shredded pillow here and there, but it’s not until he destroys your closet and you can’t wear any of your clothes anymore that you realize what he has been doing this whole time while you weren’t watching him. That’s what happened to me.
I don’t know if any of you have found yourself in a similar situation, but here’s what you need to realize:
1. You can change it, gradually.
2. The damage is done. Your sofa is gone. Your linens are shredded. Even your electronics have been destroyed. You don’t have the means to get all new furnishings all at once, so you’ll have to work and save to replace them, piece by piece.
3. When you’ve finished restoring your home, it’s not going to look exactly the same as it used to. It won’t look like the place you had in college, and it certainly won’t look like the exotic villa you’ve seen in magazines. But those aren’t you. Your new place will tell the story of your life in the things you’ve collected along the way. Don’t be ashamed of them, because they are you.
4. Most importantly, you need to realize that nobody can take the dog off your hands. You can’t kill it and bury it away. It’s staying with you for the long haul. If you want to get it under control, you need to spend more time with it. Study it, and figure out what sets it off. You’ll never be able to cuddle with it, but you can learn to contain it. Over time, after you’ve learned to live with it, it will grow old and tired, and won’t bother you anymore. (Even then, keep an eye on it.)
Wow, that was a long metaphor. I think I owe you a reward for staying with me through that. So, here’s some diet humor I found on Pinterest. Hopefully, you can have a giggle about how we got here.
Exercise Tip of the Day: Exercise your willpower and your culinary skills. (See what I did there?) The next time you are craving something from a fast food joint, stop at the grocery store and cook instead. Cooking can be very physical if you pick a challenging recipe, but just standing for 30 minutes instead of sitting is so much better for you. Let me know what you decide to cook in lieu of salty, greasy fast food.
Until the last pound,