To Set a Goal

My fridge before my Father’s day get together June 15.

Setting unrealistic goals has been a problem for me in the past. For example, unrealistic short-term goals like I must lose 10 pounds in two weeks, or I must lose 20 pounds in a month. Or an unrealistic ultimate goal weight somewhere south of 20 on the BMI scale, (calculated with height in mind). I’m 5’6”. My number on the scale is going to be different than someone who is 5’10” or 5’2”, but even I know (now) a BMI of less than 20 is far too thin for me.

However, I believe in the importance of visualization, so I need to have a goal in mind for that.

I just went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and I had my hand around the package of cheddar cheese before a voice said, “Wait a minute, didn’t you just set goals?” I immediately put the cheese back. Kiera = 1, cheese = 0.

This morning, I visualized two goals, one short term, one long term. Competitive athletes do visualizations before competing because research shows it is incredibly powerful to live out an experience in the mind. In addition to visualizing myself in a good place with these goals having been met, I tried a new technique. Beside the good place I had visualized, I visualized my fears, separated by a wall with a door. I opened the door and walked through to that other side and visualized myself living through my worst-case scenario. Then I asked that version of myself, the one that had experienced the worst, if she had any advice for me. She told me to get out of there immediately, close the door, and don’t open it again.

That is powerful advice. I can choose the good side, close the door to the other, and no one is going to come along and push me back through it. Even though I cannot control when life throws me a curve ball, leaving that door closed is entirely within my control.

On the other side of the door, the good side, I visualized losing 10 pounds this summer, sometime in August, ending up at a weight just less than the Mother’s Day weight I’ve been obsessing about, 167.8 pounds. And then I visualized being 145.8 pounds by the end of the year, as that was what the scale said that morning in February 2017 when I boarded a plane for a week-long vacation in Hawaii, and I love those vacation pictures. This is how I’m going to kick start this journey in a significant way. Eat less, move more, sure, that is a big part of it. But really, I’m setting aside the fear that I’m going to end up on the other side of that door. That fear is based in my recent past failures. I’m looking forward instead, and I can see myself doing it, staying firmly on the good side of the door. I could see it so vividly, I put down the cheese.

And the good news is that momentum carried my through the weekend, and I am now 172.2 pounds.

How Do I Surrender?

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Last Wednesday night found me ‘white knuckling’ it. It was the Sesame Snaps calling me, because they are gluten free. I’m a Celiac and being forced by an autoimmune disease to be gluten free has helped me lose weight at times. Instead of carving off my own piece of cake while I serve my family some, I cannot eat it because it’s not gluten free. Ice Cream was on sale last week at Safeway, and so I bought three cartons of it. Do I want to taste the new flavor, Blueberry Cheesecake? Yes, but I don’t, because it’s not gluten free. All those tastes, licks, and bites that used to derail my dieting efforts are just not an option since late in 2011 when I was diagnosed Celiac.

Despite not having much in the house to binge on, there is always something gluten free if I root hard enough in my cupboards. Lately, its been the Sesame Snaps. Costco (damn them) sells cartons with 36 four wafer packets that my husband likes in his lunch. I like the number 12, so 3 packets of four equals 12 which equals 540 calories. That is an awful lot of calories, and the horrible truth is, after 12 wafers, I’m still not satisfied.

Because it’s not really the food I need. I’m trying to fill something else. I know this. I’ve got my iPad out, I don’t want to look at Facebook anymore, I don’t feel like reading a book, I don’t feel like watching an episode of whatever. I think I want to eat something sweet, but what I really need to do is find something that fills me with joy. But how do I find that on a Wednesday evening knowing all that’s left is go to bed and wake up to another work day, just like every other work day? Wash, rinse, repeat. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Many diet plans focus on the “what.” What to do: eat less, move more. Or only eat only these certain foods. Every successful diet book out these has pages and pages in the back of what to eat, what meals to plan with sample menus, what to cook with corresponding recipes. I think that is a great way to sell books. But it still does not tell me how I am going to do it. Some advice is to just make the decision to start the diet, January 1st, Monday morning, today, doesn’t matter. Just do it now. Then comes the psychology. If you really wanted to do it, you would have done it, what’s holding you back? Then comes the physiology. You’re addicted to sugar, your metabolism is damaged, your hormones are affecting your satiety signals. Those can absolutely be valid contributing factors, but none of them get me to the, “How do I get consistent enough to get this weight off, and keep it off, despite all the contributing factors?”

This Bio Joy diet is about finding the “How.” How do I surrender to all the conflicts (mental, emotional, physical, spiritual), and just get busy losing weight and keeping it off? How do I decide to surrender to whatever eating plan I choose, the one that gets me and then keeps me at the weight I desire to be at, the one which is probably the one I’ve used before that I know I can sustain, if only I could figure out how to stay on it consistently?

My Bio Joy diet is about finding the how. How do I surrender? How? Maybe by finding the Bio Joy around me daily and substituting it for the other things I’m in the habit of turning to, like seeking food to comfort my stresses. We all have stress, up and down, every day. But what about today? That’s what I’m still working on, today, staying consistent, and even if it’s not easy to find Bio Joy today, I’m never going to stop searching.

The Problem With Looking Backwards

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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.

I Did Too Little

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As much as I thought I deserved to take a Sunday off from work and school work, I did nothing that would give me true joy, joy at a deep biological level. Instead, I slothed (made up word-meaning like a sloth) out on the couch and streamed shows on Amazon Prime. It was an escape (albeit an entertaining escape, Good Omens was great). And then there was cherry custard made with the last of the cherries from the Farmers’ Market and a bag of microwave popcorn. This was not like last weekend when I was surround with friends and family and celebrated Father’s Day. Last weekend I was present, not looking for escape, and I woke up Monday morning feeling great.

Sure, I can find reasons. Stress, emotional upheavals, a really bad Thursday, whatever. Sloth and gluttony are not the answer no matter what the reasons. This is a familiar pattern I have allowed myself to develop of doing well for two weeks, and two doing badly for two weeks. I am determined to break this pattern.

Picking Up the Pieces…Not Today Monday

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Kitsugi – Breakage and repair as part of the history of the object.

I’ve spent many Monday mornings picking up my broken pieces, like a clay pot thrown to the ground. The pieces of whatever was my current diet plan was the least of the damage. The really jagged pieces, the ones that cut, were the pieces of the broken promises I had made to myself. The promise to not overeat to soothe anxiety at a social event. The promise not to overeat as some ‘food funeral’ before I start my diet Monday. The promise not to overeat just because of whatever stress I felt at the moment.

Today, I am not picking up the pieces, I am whole. I promised myself last week that enough was enough with treating my body like a garbage can and filling it full of foods with no value. I have yet to add in exercise, instead last week’s spare time was about shopping for dresses with a friend for her son’s wedding, which was truly more important spiritually. My food choices were based on health and taste, not on stuffing. I hosted a small backyard pool party with family and friends and I absorbed the joy of my seven-and-a-half-month-old grandson pulling himself up and taking steps. Food was just the background. I loved the fruit, (three different kinds of fresh cut melon is a rare treat), the steak was cooked just right, but that wasn’t where I found my joy. The very definition of Bio Joy was found in seeing the next generation grow and thrive. It touches something very deep in us biologically. I am so happy for his parents who have found their center with this little guy, their first and only child. I am so blessed this is a part of my life.

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This time of my life is flying by so rapidly. It was only just shy of one year ago we had the gender reveal party to go to (another pool party), and I was worried about my weight then too. With this new outlook, based on living life focused on Bio Joy, I am looking forward to all my future events not being served up with a side a dieting just to lose weight that I have little chance of keeping off.

Last week I started this journey at 175.8 pounds. Today I am 173.8.

Trying to Find the Trigger

Was Mother’s Day the trigger to this recent backslide? It didn’t seem like the trigger at the time, but it could have been. Even though I accept I am only a step mom, not a ‘real’ mom, and even though that is my choice (I could have had children, I just decided all my nieces and nephews and my step son were good enough), maybe it’s me that feels “not good enough.”

I suppose that is one thing I’m trying to figure out, as I move forward. I have the typical emotional triggers, stress, etc., where I find allowing myself “off the diet” is a release of tension and eating makes me feel better. But there are deeper ones that erode my ability to stay consistent, lose the excess weight I want to lose, and then stay at a healthy weight. Those deeper triggers are in the “not good enough” narrative. The feeling that I’ll never been good enough so why bother. I may never know where those feelings come from, and I don’t need to know. I just need to learn to manage these feelings without snack foods I don’t need.

Deep breaths, it’s Father’s Day weekend (pool party this afternoon, ug, bathing suit) and I want to stand on the scale on Monday knowing that I eat what I needed to nourish my body, and not that I ate to stuff down anxiety.

One Thing Leads to Another…

Yesterday, I was struggling to silence the voice in my head that said I should be doing a workout instead of shopping with a friend.

Then this morning I came across an article that called that voice “The Shitty Committee”

Kelly is right! The Shitty Committee is lying to me. Of course, I should be shopping with my friend. We’ve been friends for two years, we’ve gone for walks in the park with our dogs, we’ve worked on our writing together, and we’ve worked out in her gym almost every Tuesday and Thursday for over 18 months. Her gym is closed this week. She has a wedding to go to in 8 weeks. We needed to go shopping for dresses. I did not need to feel guilty in the least.

But I felt guilty, not good enough, never good enough, because I’m struggling with regained weight at the moment. But when am I going to stop telling myself that I’m good enough, and start telling myself what will lead me to long term success with getting into a right sized body for me?

I was inspired to start this blog (after three years of just thinking about it) by a fellow classmate and blogger who stated on her new blog, “My writing is often infused with women struggling with the balance of hard emotions- loss, love, joy, fear, deep sadness, and deep gratitude. I write from where I have been and from what moves me forward. I am forever changed by that line in the sand of my life. And forever grateful…”

After reading that I told her, “I think your resource page is the perfect segue into other areas of your life (yoga, for example) from which you can draw your audience, and because your audience can be found in both those areas. I’m actually a little envious that your genre and your life connect like that. In our readings this our class this week, Kirsten of Create If Writing wrote, ‘When I first started blogging eight years ago, I had a simple goal: to share updates on my pregnancy with friends and family who lived in other states.’ Lucky her! Women’s lifestyle blogs are big business these days, seriously. I’m big into reading diet and health blogs, where average women just like you and me build up huge audiences, but for me, that wouldn’t necessarily translate to speculative fiction book sales, even if I did get a huge mailing list with my The Bio Joy Diet (yet to be realized).”

Wow, as soon as I typed “yet to be realized” I realized that I have to do it! I’ve had The Bio Joy Diet cooling in a computer file for 3 years. I would truly regret it if I never saw the successful outcome of writing the story of my own life long problem with gaining and losing weight.

I don’t want to admit I have struggled with this. And that is probably part of the problem. Hiding from my struggle. Well, my classmate and new blogger is not hiding, she is writing “from where I have been and from what moves me forward.”

My speculative fiction novel (thesis) is about a dystopian world where a 45 year old women is abandoned by her husband of 20 years. I guess this course in Finding and Reaching an Audience is already paying off, because I finally clued in that my market for my book is me, so if I read diet blogs, then so do other forty-something women who are watching The Handmaid’s Tale and loving dystopian fiction!