Another admission. For years I've told myself I struggle to lose weight. Truth is that's not an accurate assessment. Mostly any plan I've followed with vigor has been successful except for the sour straws and Wise butter popcorn regime I went on for a day, circa 1988. I was ten cut me some slack - any sensible plan followed consistently has been successful.
Turns out my shortcoming is consistency. I think the last plan I went the distance with was the first go at weight watchers. I believe it was a seventeen week commitment that I followed routinely relatively speaking. Back then physical activity was built in to my day thanks to the Bd of Ed, I walked to work twice a week and to and from school daily. Back then there were no activity points to trade in for food.
Sticking it out was challenging but I was determined,focused and most importantly enjoying my too small entrees and snacks, especially the warm desserts - Delish!
What makes me quit? It varies but usually comes back to frustration with slow or no results. Nothing is more agonizing than going through a "good" week to see little or no loss on the scale. Sure the scale cannot be your only measurement but heck - at weigh in we are not looking for a warm smile accompanied by a canned response about "Retaining water or muscle weighing more than fat" (though they are perfectly valid claims) We are looking for a win - something to convince us to stay on board through the next week or even day which usually means less of us in pounds, stones or kilograms On the flip when we lose after a "bad" week we still enjoy the reward of having lost and convince ourselves we weren't all that bad after all.
No judgement, merely sharing my experiences.
The other common reason for my previous quits is having a bad day and going rogue on the plan -convincing myself on Wednesday because I got off the program unintentionally at lunch I may as well continue on the road to destruction and start over the following Monday .
Monday? Really?? Chuckling because admitting this openly makes it sound even more ridiculous. Before I know it I'm eating everything I deemed off limits and suddenly I need another few days to get myself together. Which incidentally is code for there's more crap that I want to indulge in so allegedly I won't cheat to have it next time I start over. Really? This from a logical individual-yeah OK!
Then my personal favorite: I'm not prepared. I'll start tomorrow... And tomorrow gets pushed as far back until an occasion approaches and I'm stressed about going shopping to find something that fits and....is flattering. That last part is key!
Learning that a large part of this journey is identifying habitual behavior, destructive patterns and acutely identifying triggers.
Having admit this, I can no longer tell myself (or others) that I struggle to lose weight. I struggle to commit to losing weight. There is a fundamental difference. I don't suffer from an over or under active thyroid or have auto immune deficiencies that keep my body from functioning properly. Well technically I've been recently diagnosed with one, but I haven't suffered from this the entire time I've been struggling with my weight.
Soak a towel with enough self pity, frustration and doubt and you are bound to grow weary of dragging it around and toss it...eventually.
Soak that same towel with perseverance, forgiveness and a wee bit of faith and it doesn't seem as daunting to carry regularly. In the past my towel hasn't been soaked in the right agents and its cost me all of my effort up to that point and that SUCKS! The vicious cycle begins again.
As we achieve small goals we need to stop and acknowledge them. Announce it: "Look Madge [Chubb]! I soaked in it!". Remember those old Palmolive commercials?
Turns out my shortcoming is consistency. I think the last plan I went the distance with was the first go at weight watchers. I believe it was a seventeen week commitment that I followed routinely relatively speaking. Back then physical activity was built in to my day thanks to the Bd of Ed, I walked to work twice a week and to and from school daily. Back then there were no activity points to trade in for food.
Sticking it out was challenging but I was determined,focused and most importantly enjoying my too small entrees and snacks, especially the warm desserts - Delish!
What makes me quit? It varies but usually comes back to frustration with slow or no results. Nothing is more agonizing than going through a "good" week to see little or no loss on the scale. Sure the scale cannot be your only measurement but heck - at weigh in we are not looking for a warm smile accompanied by a canned response about "Retaining water or muscle weighing more than fat" (though they are perfectly valid claims) We are looking for a win - something to convince us to stay on board through the next week or even day which usually means less of us in pounds, stones or kilograms On the flip when we lose after a "bad" week we still enjoy the reward of having lost and convince ourselves we weren't all that bad after all.
No judgement, merely sharing my experiences.
The other common reason for my previous quits is having a bad day and going rogue on the plan -convincing myself on Wednesday because I got off the program unintentionally at lunch I may as well continue on the road to destruction and start over the following Monday .
Monday? Really?? Chuckling because admitting this openly makes it sound even more ridiculous. Before I know it I'm eating everything I deemed off limits and suddenly I need another few days to get myself together. Which incidentally is code for there's more crap that I want to indulge in so allegedly I won't cheat to have it next time I start over. Really? This from a logical individual-yeah OK!
Then my personal favorite: I'm not prepared. I'll start tomorrow... And tomorrow gets pushed as far back until an occasion approaches and I'm stressed about going shopping to find something that fits and....is flattering. That last part is key!
Learning that a large part of this journey is identifying habitual behavior, destructive patterns and acutely identifying triggers.
Having admit this, I can no longer tell myself (or others) that I struggle to lose weight. I struggle to commit to losing weight. There is a fundamental difference. I don't suffer from an over or under active thyroid or have auto immune deficiencies that keep my body from functioning properly. Well technically I've been recently diagnosed with one, but I haven't suffered from this the entire time I've been struggling with my weight.
Soak a towel with enough self pity, frustration and doubt and you are bound to grow weary of dragging it around and toss it...eventually.
Soak that same towel with perseverance, forgiveness and a wee bit of faith and it doesn't seem as daunting to carry regularly. In the past my towel hasn't been soaked in the right agents and its cost me all of my effort up to that point and that SUCKS! The vicious cycle begins again.
As we achieve small goals we need to stop and acknowledge them. Announce it: "Look Madge [Chubb]! I soaked in it!". Remember those old Palmolive commercials?