The fat jeans I bought last winter are too tight. I've been telling myself for months that I am going to lose the almost-thirty pounds I've gained since my bright idea to move to Canada (it must be Canada's fault I can't stop eating, right?) I lose five pounds, gain eight, lose eight gain ten. I have barely managed to do the "right thing" for more than a week. I am officially overweight. Again.
When I lost thirty pounds after baby number two, it seemed pretty effortless. I joined Weight Watchers and it really worked for me--tracking my food online, trying new recipes, being able to eat "regular" food to lose weight. And hitting the gym three times a week helped burn up the fat and give me some great muscle tone, and stablized the old mood swings. I was looking awesome, and it didn't seem too difficult. Sure, some days I slipped up a bit with some birthday cake or a lolly, but I got right back on the wagon and reached my weight loss goal.
And I felt awesome! When I am thin, I look like how I feel. When I am fat, I feel trapped in someone else's body. But it's not someone else. It's me. Funny though, as I have been chubby or overweight more than I have been fit and trim.
It's not like I don't know what to do--nutrition, portion control, exercise, weight training--I know what to do. I've done it before, many times before, with relative ease. For the most part, I have always lost weight in a very healthy way, eating right and exercising regularly, not following a "diet" per se, but changing my lifestyle. But this whole year has been an endless binge. I've never been this out of control for so long. It's a miracle I haven't gained more weight. Where is that internal switch that puts me "in the zone" and more importantly, how do I keep it switched on, forever?
So the debate I am having with myself now--do I accept myself as I am and buy some clothes that actually fit so maybe I will feel better, or do I keep struggling to get back on the wagon and fit into the nice clothes I already have?
I don't know what to say Brooke... but I do know that I love you no matter what size you are :)
ReplyDeleteLove you too Allison! Food is my addiction. Maybe it's time I accept myself for who I am instead of the size written in my jeans...
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