There is nothing wrong with doing a little reflecting on the past. We learn lessons from past mistakes and we can make better decision for the future. Unfortunately, although I long for my future, thinner self, I can easily get sucked into regretting anything and everything to do with my past behaviors and choices with respect to dieting.
Regret is a very unproductive place to be, I know this. But I started this diet three weeks ago, wanting to solve my issues with using excess food emotionally by replacing those behaviors instead with activities that bring me joy. Honestly, I hoped I’d be back in the 160’s by now, and getting close to the weight I was for my Mother’s Day picture. Instead, buckle your seat belts, this is going to be a bumpy ride. The result has been my typical up and down roller coaster journey on the scale, all on the up side this week.
And even though I know it’s not a good idea to go there, look backwards at Mother’s Day 7 weeks ago, I’m going to do it anyway. Mother’s Day I was 167.8 lbs. I acknowledged last week that I did too little in terms of getting this diet off the ground, and yet I continued to do too little this week also, using hip pain (although valid) as an excuse. There is a difference between a valid physical issue, like pain, and capitulating instead of finding a work around that still results in weight loss. This week, I gained back to where I started, plus some.
The worst part is regret; toxic, bitter, regret. There was popcorn again last night, and I regret it. There was a long day of work where I snacked all evening waiting for my husband to come home, and I regret it. There is a laundry list of bad decisions last week resulting in the regret of right here and now. Today I woke up with a well earned 177.2 pounds on the scale, nearly 10 pounds more than Mother’s Day, and the highest regained number I’ve seen in over 7 years.
What is it going to take to snap myself out of this backwards slide up the scale? And it is backwards, it’s all turned around. Going up the scale is a backslide, because I’m a proven dieter. I have lost weight successfully many time, only to gain it back. I do not know what it would feel like to be starting a diet for the very first time, with hope for the future in my heart, without the jaded wreckage of all my past regains tainting my optimistic outlook.
This blog is telling my new diet story, but I suppose I am going to be spending some time chronically my past diet stories. I was standing on a scale at Weight Watchers at the age of 14. My entire life feels like past diet stories, plus the current one I am always on. All the special events of my life (graduations, marriage, vacations) are tagged in my mind with a weight. Including Mother’s Day, as above.
Today is July 1, a holiday in Canada, and I am not going to spend it eating. Instead, it’s a beautiful sunny day, and we have a ride to a campsite in our Jeep to visit the kids and grandson who have been camping all weekend.
The Bio Joy Diet 