The idea for this post came from reading "Leaving Fatville" - an excellent blog about one woman's (@leavingfatville) ongoing 'battle of the bulge'. I began to think about why I struggle so much after having lost over 100lbs, as one of her posting led to a dicussion about keeping weight off once it has been lost. Or, as I like to call it, "The Impossibly Never Ending Story"
Whenever I diet, I need to start on a Monday. There is no other reason for this, other then I feel like Mondays are a new beginning. It commemorates the start of a new work week, a new 7 day cycle, and new episodes of my tv shows. Many people hate Monday, but when I am trying to get back into a diet and exercise routine, I anxiously await the days arrival.
If I start a new diet on a Monday, and somehow falter, or..umm "forget" to work out (oopsie) - I can't just pick up on a Tuesday. The week has now turned into a downward spiral of fast food, lounging in my pj's and talking about how next Monday is "seriously the day I have to buckle down and getter done!" This may have something to do with my undiagnosed (but obviously present) OCD. My brain won't allow me to comprehend a Tuesday to be the beginning of anything, other then a new season of American Idol.
The preparations for a life-style changing Monday, are as follows:
1. throw out the junk food - it can't be in the house at all, because if it is, I will eat it. 100%.
2. go grocery shopping - you can't expect to eat healthy on day one with no healthy food. logic people.
3. an exercise plan - when, where, what and how long. Without this information, I'm basically a lost puppy.
4. a goal date - there needs to be an end in sight on the starting Monday. A wedding, a romantic getaway, or even bathing suit season. Although, in all seriousness, who the hell is ever ready for that?
5. last but not least, I need someone else to start their journey on the same Monday as me so I don't feel:
a)intimidated by their progress being further then mine
b)alone in the world of rabbit food
c)have someone to complain with
It's taken me 4-6 years to lose 100+lbs, gain back a bunch, lose it, gain back a little, lose that, and then gain back 20. It is honestly never-ending. I'd like to blame delicious food, social gatherings, and Drop Dead Diva for making me hungry for 60 minutes an episode - but in actuality there is no one to blame but myself. The key is to not look at it as blame, but more as how you feel when you look in a mirror. No one can tell you what amount you have to weigh, in order to be confident and happy - that is completely up to you.
Just remember, if you jump on the bandwagon only to come crashing down, there's always next Monday.