My kid “forgot” he doesn’t like peaches after requesting them for dinner. They will be my snack later w some yogurt & honey. #weightwatchers
I was having a really, really hard time reining in my eating habits. I couldn’t muster up that sense of urgency I had before, that feeling that every little decision makes a difference. I couldn’t seem to find any fucks to give. I’d try to mentally reset myself, and then something would just sound good, so I’d eat it; or I’d order the wrong thing from the coffeeshop, but drink it, anyway; or I just wouldn’t feel like running in the drizzly cold, so I’d rationalize it by taking a low-activity week to monitor my back pain.
I decided it was time to reinstate some basic guidelines for myself. After that first dreadfully off-the-rails week of April, I made some rules:
- I will only buy lunch once or twice during the week — the rest of the time, I pack.
- I won’t eat after Connor goes to bed — not even a little treat with my decaf or tea.
- I will exercise daily, whether it’s a full-on fitness class or a lunch walk (or run) or yoga before bed.
It was the middle of the week — hell, the middle of a Thursday afternoon — when I instated my new rules. I didn’t have to wait for Monday, or weigh-in day, or even tomorrow. The sooner I could get back on track, the better, honestly. If I could turn my mentality around while I was thinking clearly, I (hopefully) would have already made the right decisions by the time the decision-making time was upon me. I hit a couple of bumps that first half-a-week (one big one involving a box of Kraft Dinner), but for the most part, I successfully started turning things around.
Calculated my body fat percentage last night. This AM, my brain prodded me to get up earlier, drink water, and have oatmeal for breakfast.
Just calculated my body fat percentage at 34.1% so let’s celebrate with some open-faced microwave s’mores and Good Eats on Netflix
I had the idea that I’d start weekly weight-loss updates… but then I stopped photographing my daily meals, and I also realized that I don’t need to spam my own blog with weekly diet updates. It’s important for me to keep tabs on myself, yeah, but not to the extent that my relatively well-rounded personal blog becomes a weight-loss blog.
I’ve started using my data-nerd tendencies to my advantage, though, and actually using the data I collect in a timely fashion. I average my daily bathroom-scale weight per week and plot it against my weekly Weight Watchers weigh-in, and that helps me avoid the all-or-nothing thinking I can so easily fall into (as in, I’ve already screwed it up for this week’s weigh-in, so go ahead and eat the whole sleeve of Thin Mints). When I can see my progress over time, as it’s happening, rather than letting myself stall because Monday nights before a weigh-in are always my worst munchies — well, it makes me feel like not so much of a schmuck. Makes me feel like that point-in-time on the WW scale is just that: a point in time, not necessarily representative of the hard work I’ve done all week, or all month. Or all year.