Why, do you ask?
Well, when you come to the end of your rope about that extra tub around your waist... whether its once, twice, or countless times over the past year... you have to magically develop a sense of self control out of nowhere... and that's called Day 1.
For anyone who's lost weight, you know the feeling. The week long cravings, the supermarket trips where you feel your salivary glands reacting to the chocolate cupcakes or the chips or the comforting oreos lining the shelves. Especially during this time of year where there are extra baked goods and candy canes, it is unpleasant and uncomfortable to have to say no when ALL you want to do is say yes, Yes, YES. This first week is the first hurdle and damn its a tough one to jump over. Many of us bash our shins a bit or face plant. But we limp on through it.
Once you get a week in, you think... alright, I can do this. I have eaten my body weight in carrots and green juice. Ive enjoyed some seasoned grilled chicken. I've rediscovered grapefruit. I'm getting the hang of this. You might even step on the scale and notice you've lost a few pounds and WOW does THAT feel good. Its suddenly easy to pick up an apple instead of cake, its easy to munch on some veggies and you have a renewed sense of energy in cooking your own meals and portioning them out instead of ordering in.
You are on a roll, except then you are in the midst of a family dinner and they ask you if you want a roll with your roast beef dinner... and you can feel your stomach almost growling at you angrily to say yes. Just one. Just one little bread roll. You eat it. But its ok, you just had one... one glorious, fluffy, carby roll... and thankfully its made no difference to the scale because you kept within your calorie limit. Good job team.
Then you have a bad day at work. A really bad day at work. Your boss is a prick, you knocked over your favourite plant and someone else got that promotion you wanted. So a little caramel macchiato on the way home won't hurt. In fact, it makes you feel better, its just self-care...right? Plus you've stayed within your calories so you're still good. But by 6pm you are starving and the drink contained more calories than you thought, and so you say "screw it" have a cheat day and order in, because if anything can salvage a bad day it's chicken chow mien and dumplings. Tomorrow you'll get back on the wagon... hopefully.
But tomorrow theres a company lunch, and cake, from that awesome bakery with the buttercream icing. You promise yourself just one treat... and just one slice of pizza. Damn, that pushes you to 800 calories, just for lunch... plus the yoghurt and berries you had for breakfast which was 300. That leaves 200 for dinner.
Soon you've lost enthusiasm, and you feel disillusioned. You ask yourself, "do i really want to lose weight THIS badly?", "is losing weight REALLY that important". You step on the scale, and see no changes, its been 4 weeks and technically you are probably losing weight at a normal rate now, unlike the 5lb water weight in the beginning. You conclude weight loss sucks, and that you'll try again in January.
and thus, the yo-yo of the diet continues on like a sad saga... one that we ALL relate to.
The thing is though, the fact you are trying and the fact you are buying yourself a ticket aboard the weight loss struggle bus, in pursuit of healthier pastures... is more than most of western society is doing for themselves. Weight loss is always going to suck, it just is. Its a suffer fest much like any other major accomplishment in life. Whether it be getting a degree, working your way up the corporate ladder, or even... hell, birthing and raising a child. These things require effort to achieve, and effort to maintain. You can opt out, but a good life is meant to be worked for.
So keep working. It's meant to hurt, and find some purpose that is stronger than the pain.
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