Monday nights are accountability and encouragement exercises for me.
Between 7:30 and 8:30pm most Mondays you will find me sitting around the table and discussing my progress or problems with health and controlling my food obsessions. I do this with a group of compulsives. It works for me.
I liked food in those days. A lot!
I have always enjoyed the companionship and settled comfort that comes from eating, and I adore the aroma of freshly baked buns in the oven. I am not too shabby a cook and baker, either, which only makes handling yummy stuff more problematic for me. Food isn’t inherently bad and I don’t want to imply that it is, but lots of foods have lots of calories in them, and those calories quickly turn to fat deposits in this gal’s body. Realizing this, I need a plan in place to jog my memory, so that I don’t forget that I sometimes like food too much.
Lately, I’ve been experimenting with foods, food combinations, meal planning, and healthy habits that keep me moving in the right direction, which in case you are wondering, is down the scale. In all these experiments I’ve found a couple of things to be true for me.
1. I must weigh myself every day, because five pounds gained happens overnight, but five pounds lost takes months.
2. I must not worry about how quickly the change takes place in my life. I didn’t gain the excess weight overnight, and I won’t be losing it that weigh either (pun intended).
3. While weight loss is a one-day-at-a-time proposition, it is apt to be a lifelong practice for me. The sooner I realized that, the easier things got. As a creative person (I think I am creative, anyway), I’ve always been a great starter, but I had to learn to be a good finisher. It wasn’t easy. Keeping motivated isn’t easy. Doing anything after the shine is off the apple is difficult, but we keep doing the same thing over and over again when results are good. Doing this for the long haul is called behavior modification and it can produce great results. Doing this for the short-haul is called dieting. I don’t do diets. They don’t work for me. What I’ve had to remember on this journey is that nothing tastes as good as being healthy feels. I need my Monday meetings to remind me of that. I forget easily.
4. Food amnesia takes hold in my life pretty quickly, so that I forget that bread packs on the pounds for me, or that my throat absolutely will not tolerate soda anymore. I forget to plan my meals ahead of time, and in forgetting, I fail to stay on top of things. What I’ve needed to learn–there’s that word again–is that routine is good, support is necessary, and we truly are what we eat, so we need to remember to eat wisely.
5. I can’t eat processed white flour in the form of bread, rolls, buns, pizza, french toast, or bagels and still stay healthy. Maybe others can. I cannot. When I do, I gain weight, but worse than that, my body experiences this pain that makes me ache all over. When I eat bread, my feet hurt in the morning, my back aches all day, and every joint in my body screams, “Give us a break, will ya, for crying out load?!!!!!”
My body, like my mind, likes to use lots of exclamation points to make its point.
Tomorrow, I will share a little bit more of my adventure into weight loss. I hope it helps you to get started or keep going with your own weight loss program.
Remember: Nothing tastes as good as being healthy feels!