Today was not a good day. The sky was bound to fall eventually, and it did. I was flirting with disaster allowing myself so much off plan food, and today I was done in and didn't get past 3 meals on plan before plotting my off-ness.
I just keep kicking myself down. My first 3 days on plan were great, almost effortless, things were rolling along - and then I have a cheat day because I want to prove that I am different from every body else and can cheat without consequences. So that cheat day has consequences on the scale, but I get right back on - have a bit tougher time that next three days, but I make it, and then have another cheat day using the excuse of stress about my daughter and wanting to have a fun day with her afterwards - like that HAD to include food. And today was supposed to be day 1 again, but all that cheating (and, I bet, all that diet soda - I didn't think it affected my hunger and I doubt it does, but it seems like it made it harder to not have cravings - stop saying 'I told you so,' Leigh, I can hear you all the way over here!
) left me in a weaker place and I (pretty willingly, I'll grant) succumbed to temptations.
I am NOT different than everyone else here. Not when it comes to how MF works. The plan was tested and has even been refined a few times, all to make it better, perhaps easier and safer to follow, and maybe somewhere out there is a person who cheated every 3rd or 5th or 10th day and still lost a ton of weight, but I'm starting to seriously wonder, if that person does indeed exist, if s/he is not simply a blimp again at this moment, having changed nothing long-term and learned no lessons.
It's not going to be easy. I can't make it easy. Nothing worth having is going to come easy in life, anyway. The things that do come easy, you don't appreciate enough, and don't hang on to and protect with enough vigor. If I did succeed, and find a way to 'effortlessly' lose 100 pounds, the pounds would just come back. After all, if it's so easy to lose them once, it would be easy to lose them a hundred times over, and what would be the reason to try hard to stay thin, if you could just magically get thin again whenever you wanted to?
Hard work is something I will do when it's required of me. I procrastinate like hell, but I can't think of a time when I just plain didn't do something because it was too hard or too inconvenient, not when people were counting on me, or my reputation was on the line. That said, I'm not used to hard work. I've done things others would consider hard work, but I just did them because they needed to be done and that was that. Nothing has required such a full-time commitment from me (other than pregnancy and raising kids) as this diet has. I can have an off day, but it is the height of arrogance to think I can control it, plan it, set it in motion, and put a stop to it. Maybe that's what this is all about. I want to assert my control over food. And I tell myself that by cheating on this diet, I am proving that I am in control. But all it keeps proving is that I can TEMPORARILY keep control, by sheer force of will - or actually, the APPEARANCE of control, because literal control would be not cheating in the first place.
I still am not hopeless. I still know I can do this. 'Terminal uniqueness,' Biki used to say that I suffered from that. Never more so than right now. I, and only I, have the secrets. I, and only I, can mold MF and change it, because obviously I, and only I, know more than a hundred doctors and scientists. I am not even the expert on myself, let alone MF.
I am not different than everyone else. That works both ways. It means that I will not succeed if I cheat - just like everyone else. But it also means that I WILL succeed if I follow the rules - just like everyone else. Look at SuzyQ, Leigh and Shane, Keri - the maintainers, Robin, Lizabette, Lauren, Tawanda - you are all doing it, have done it, by following the rules. I don't see anyone here posting about how they eat out once a week and still have great numbers - and yet I wish to be that person. That person might exist somewhere, but I should have enough evidence by now to know that I am not her.
And consider the lucky person who can eat all she wants and not exercise and still be thin. The odds are that even that person will gain weight in the end as aging makes changes happen to metabolism and muscle mass and things like that. No one can have the fairy tale forever. Hollywood stars, even with all their money, still have to do the work to look the way they do. No amount of surgery can give you the perfect body - you have to have an eating and exercise plan to make it happen. Sure they can hire cooks and personal trainers - they have advantages - but they still have to make a commitment to health and fitness.
I am just like everyone else. I am human. I am flawed. But I am strong. And I can do whatever I put my mind to. So long as I am focused on being able to cheat, I will keep cheating. When I can shift the focus to a more positive effort, then I will reap the positive results.
I need new visuals. No more food fantasies.
I need shopping fantasies. Even closet shopping. That's a good one. And shoe fantasies - being able to wear ankle boots, calf-height boots, those damn sexy things I can't squeeze myself into right now.
Open-air fantasies. Running in the yard, chasing my daughter, catching her and collapsing in a pile of grass or leaves, laughing and hugging, swinging her up and around in my arms effortlessly.
Thin-future fantasies. Reliving my wedding, renewing our vows, being a radiant thin bride coming down the aisle, enjoying the church wedding and fabulous reception we didn't choose the first time, proudly displaying those photos.
Photo fantasies. Not hiding in the back row when it's time to take a picture, or trying to do the 'sideways turn' so I don't look so big. Having photos of me with my family that I am not ashamed of or embarrassed to share.
Freedom fantasies. Not planning my life around who will see me out, how I can hide, how I can avoid people and events. Instead, planning my life based on what I think will be fun and worthwhile, no matter how exposed I might be or what new people I might have to meet.
And there's where more fear comes in - because I have tied all these positive feelings into being thin. Like if I'm not thin, I can't be that person. But I CAN. I have to CHOOSE it. I can live that way right now if I want to. Would it be easier, some of it, if I were thin? Yes, of course. But right now I am waiting for my life to start. Wasting precious time. Hiding. Being ashamed of myself.
I want to come out of hiding. I want to live. I WANT - and that is OK!!! I can want things. I DESERVE to have my dreams come true. I am worth it. I am worthy of love and I can love myself and give to myself. I DESERVE TO BE THIN and I don't have to be afraid of it any more. Who cares what people think? Who cares about family parties? They cannot keep me down, and I won't let them.
I do have the power. I have the power to choose what I want and work to achieve it. And I no longer want some stupid food item more than I want my fantasies. The one that really resonates? My kids. The vision of myself running and playing with them, sharing memories and experiences that I never had with my sedentary parents. Quite frankly, the vision of me experiencing childhood WITH them, because I never had one of my own. Being a grown up, but also letting myself go, letting myself just feel and be without judgement, letting myself bask in the love of my husband and kids and knowing to the core that I do not have to feel guilty for receiving that love. That I deserve that love, just because I exist, because God made me, and made these people so that they could love me, and I could love them, and together we could do great things.
This is so - scratch that. I was going to say I was embarrassed or that it was cheesy. Forget that. I am sitting here typing and I am loving everything that is coming out and it is making me cry and I WILL NOT apologize for that or worry what anyone might think. I don't have to be sorry all the time for the mere fact that my presence might have inconvenienced someone. I am me. I am here. I have a purpose and it is to love, to be loved, and to do the best I can with what I am given. I have been given so much. But it is still OK to want more. It is OK to want to be thin, and beautiful, and have experiences and feelings that I have never had before.
Hello. This is me. What you see is what you get. And I don't hide much, do I?