We're good, just busy! I'm trying to catch up on some chores and organizing, and also sometimes I think I'm on the computer way too much so I was trying to be more present with the girls even though we're just 'hanging out.'
So I'm on plan today. Begrudgingly. Isn't that sad? The longer this goes on, the more I become convinced it was some kind of miracle that I lost any weight at all last time. My heart just isn't in it and I don't know why.
I went shopping yesterday evening for a dress for this wedding (the things I ordered all looked awful and are going back!) and I actually had to try things on. I hate doing that and usually I just grab a size and go, but I went to a store I don't usually shop at so I figured modeling was in order. I wound up with 2 things but there was a really perfect black dress there - in a size 6. And less than $20. So I figure it's more expensive to be fat because the clothes cost more, eating all that food costs more - and wasting money on this MF certainly adds up. I wound up spending $75 on a purple dress and a black suit. That purple dress is so matronly. I think I'm going to take it back. Sure it fits, but it's of a style that just reminds me that I'm too young to be wearing clothes like that. At least with the suit I can put a cute little cami under it and feel more stylish.
So on the diet front - one day on, two days off. I keep feeling like I have to bribe or trick myself to stay on plan. And none of it seems to work. I know the desire has to come from within - and I know where I want to be before having this next baby (lol about the
, Leigh, in your journal. We haven't had a day like that in so long I can't even remember it!) but I can't seem to connect the dots and get it done.
But, I'm on today. I considered not, but it seemed pointless to wait another day (which could easily become two days or a week, anyway). I was watching the Biggest Loser last night and looking at Mandi sort of woke me up a little. She looked so different from her first day on the ranch - she weighed about what I did after I finished MF two years ago. Week by week I didn't notice the changes so much, but when they slap up that 'before' video it's obvious how much she has lost and how much healthier and happier she looks.
I continue to be amazed at the brain's capacity for self-deception. I am convinced that I look the same as I did before gaining the weight back - maybe I'm a bit wider in the hips but I don't look like I'm starting all over. This, despite the evidence that none of the clothes I wore then still fit (except the stretchiest, and should I really be wearing those anyway?) and the number on the scale is ridiculously high. And I can't move as easily, it's hard to get up and down the stairs without getting out of breath, I'm wearing 18W clothes (based on the shopping last night) instead of 14.
I can't seem to figure out what will work so I'm just going to strip away all the frills. I have great intentions of forcing myself to do all the right things, but on more than one occasion I have had one of the following thoughts regarding my ingenious chart:
a) I don't want to exercise today. That means I won't fill in my whole day anyway, so I might as well have _____________________.
b) Well, I screwed up and had _____________________ so there's no point in exercising or continuing with MF for today.
In theory the chart would get me to exercise but instead it's turned into another excuse for cheating. So forget it. For now. Maybe I'll want to keep track like that again later. But for today at least, I'm just going to try not to eat anything that isn't allowed. If I have some water, great. If I exercise, great. If I don't, so be it.
In the clips of next week's show at the tail end of BL last night, Mike said he wanted to show his brother that it's easy to change your life. I disagree. It's one of the hardest things on Earth to do. Mike and Ron have had the benefit of the show, immersion in the diet and exercise - no outside influences or gobs of temptation. And having done it once before does not make it any easier to do again. You'd think having the assurance of the capability of success would enable me to trust the program. But I sometimes think it makes things worse. Because now I have the attitude that I can lose weight whenever I'm in the mood, so I don't have to work so hard at it right now if I don't want to.
Nothing I've tried seems to be working. In terms of my mental state. I have to want this every day, more than anything else (as Karli pointed out earlier). There's no room for doubt here. But I am just so darn good at lying to myself about so many things. I can convince myself that pretty much anything is going to help my diet in the long run. It's so frustrating. But I'm here. I'm trying today. It's a start.
I just don't understand why I can't look at my kids and find the strength to get better. Because really, it's like I have a long-term illness. Food sickness. It probably qualifies as a mental aberration, all the issues I have. It doesn't make any sense to look forward to food the way I do. To make it so important. Why should the thought of living without pizza or doughnuts inspire fear and sadness? It's really a sickness, isn't it?