I sit here in my hotel room. It is 4:47 am and I can’t sleep. The world is silent and finally I stop to think. And what do I feel? I am sad. Sad that I have broken commitments to myself. The commitments that if kept would make me more healthy, more fit, more confident. Sad that my 5 year old told me recently that I am fat because I ate too much candy. Sad that I feel self conscious about my body all the time. Sad that I don’t feel attractive. Sad that I don’t know how to trust myself about food. Sad that I am not exercising. Sad that I am not setting a good example for my children. Sad that they might be sad like this someday. Sad that I am not living up to my potential. Sad, sad, sad. (by the way, thanks for indulging me in my pity party).
Now what?
First of all, where did I go wrong? I don’t know the cause of my problem. Something inside me drives me to eat when I am happy, when I am sad, when I need comfort, when I am angry, bored, and again, when I am happy. And then there is the part of me that is so “all or nothing”. Meaning, I do everything right, or else I do nothing right. If I eat more, you would think I could realize that I should step up my exercise to compensate. But I don’t… I stop exercising. Something in me says “what’s the use?” Totally irrational. I don’t know why I am this way.
This time, it all started to fall apart…when, I am not exactly sure. But some things started happening that were not good signs. I stopped writing in my food journal. That is commitment #1 to myself that I broke. I felt bad about it the first day, the second day, the third day…but then I fell out of the habit and stopped thinking about it. I know myself, and I know if I don’t hold myself accountable through a journal that I cannot manage well. That is why I committed to do it. Because I know it is essential to my success.
When I stopped writing in my food journal, I also broke other commitments to myself. This past week, I broke a major one… I didn’t weigh in. I didn’t want to face the consequences of my actions. I wanted to continue in my behaviors without having to be conscious of what I was doing. I stopped updating my weekly progress (or lack thereof) on this site. Again, I didn’t want to face the reality of what was going on. And I was, and still am, embarassed. Who wants the world to know when they are failing miserably?
In the short term, I like to live unconsciously. I like to feel free to do what I want when I want. It is the part of me that likes to wake up in the morning free from restrictions, free from rules and structure. In so many ways I am not “free” to do what I want because of time and money constraints.
It’s not that I have a super-strict, super-structured life. But I do have a lot of people who need me to do things for them, important things. My family needs me. My job needs me. My life needs me. I need me too, to be healthy, awake and alive. But instead, I do a lot of taking care of myself through food. Problem is, I am not taking care of myself at all when I use food in this way. I end up just hurting myself, causing the disappointment and pain that is coming to me so poignantly right now.
But I am thankful for this moment I am having. It is a turning point. I am thankful for the quiet opportunity I am at, where I can reflect and redirect myself. It feels good to realize where I am and to know that I don’t have to stay here. I am so glad that I can change my course and start over. Actually, I don’t want to start over . This is not day one. This is day 112, or 8 weeks. I take responsibility right here and right now for all 8 weeks of what I have done since I made my goal to lose the weight. There are good things and bad things I own in that. And right now, I recommit myself to do the things I know will take me where I want to go.
I will write in my food journal every day. Every single day. I will weigh in every week, once a week. I will live consciously. I will do the things that nurture myself in the long run. I will exercise again, 4-6 times per week. I will be an example of healthy living to my children, and feel good knowing that I am passing something to them of great value. I will weigh in weekly. I will share my journey on this website by posting a weight loss update once per week, at least. I will believe in myself once again.
I feel weak and tentative, but I feel hopeful. I can do this. I have done it before and I will do it again.
Thank you for coming to this site and reading this post. I hope my journey will uplift and inspire you in some way.
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