Choose Your Hard

As I am nearing the end of the weight loss phase of my fitness journey, I get asked a lot about my “secret”. I have come to believe that most are hoping I have discovered something miraculous that won’t involve an interruption in their routine. A pill that melts fat, a superfood that turns your metabolism into that of a 12 year old boy. Anything but the truth. They ask, and the moment I begin, they start to object.

I had to quit binge dieting and accept that losing a pound or two a week was ok.

“I have a lot to lose, I need to do something dramatic to get the first 30 (or 40 or 50) pounds off.” 

I lost that first 30, 40 or 50 lbs a dozen times. This time I didn’t want to spring back the other direction.  I let it go and tell them this is the first step, truly.

“I had to stop getting fatter. I weighed myself every single day, even when I was off my food plan, or on vacation.”

No way. I can’t do that. It messes with my head to see the fluctuations. Doctors say to weigh weekly or monthly. I don’t want to be obsessed with a number”

Doctors will also gladly perform gastric bypass on you. Being obsessed with a number is what weighing weekly or monthly does to you. It determines if you are allowed to feel successful or not. By weighing in daily, you take the control back. YOu see the consequences of your choices AND you see that sometimes the scale goes the wrong direction even when you ate perfectly. It takes the scale from being the bogeyman under your bed to a tool in your arsenal. You are the boss, not the scale.

I log everything I eat or drink, even when I am out at a party, or in a restaurant. I try to log before I have any meal so that I can make a mindful choice about what I’m going to eat.

“That’s way too hard. I have too much stress in my life. I don’t have time to do that.”

I work full time running a business. I’m constantly scrapping to make payroll. I’ve been on this path through family tragedies, health crisis, celebratory weeks and family drama. I know stress well. But you know what I find really stressful? Being fat. Being uncomfortable every time I have to go shopping for clothes, or dress for any occasion,  Being out of breath after a flight of stairs. Chafed thighs from walking. Being educated about what I put in my mouth? Not so stressful.

I’m not saying every day is easy. But every day IS easier than being obese was. By miles and miles.  When you object to these simple steps, you reject a freedom that you cannot imagine. Freedom from being tied to a number, freedom from “forbidden” foods, freedom from the yo-yo cycle of binge dieting.

It won’t cost you a dollar to try this. It could cost you more years of being fat if you don’t.

 

 

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