Ay ya it has been a long time since my last post. Well, getting back to behaviors. My little experiment didn't work for long. I began eating an orange, an apple, and a banana every day for breakfast. It was easy at first, but after a few weeks, these items became as appetizing as shoving down a bowl of sponges.
The upside? Well, i did lose weight, and i felt better in several aspects of my life. I felt more agile, with more energy, and most important of all, i felt proud of myself for sticking to this routine. Ah but all good things must come to an end, and this, unfortunately met its end quite soon.
There is always a lesson to be learned, and i have learned from this experiment that i need variety within the meal not only in one meal a day. My new tactic: instead of just eating a whole meal of only fruit, i will eat one fruit per meal. But until that starts, a few slices of Pizza! Yay!
Yes, I know... It is super bad to say that a whole day is ruined because of one misstep. And i had quite a few missteps to day to justify eating a whole pie!
No, i am not going to eat a whole pie, but, considering how bad this week has been, i sure deserve it. Which brings me to my next point.
Obesity is not a problem, it is a symptom of a problem. Well it is a problem to those of us who are carrying all that extra baggage, but we have huge asses because we are not taking care of other, bigger problems (yes even bigger than our asses) in our lives. My taco truck sized junk is just the end product of other problems that i am just not dealing with. So here returns why i am eating a crap-load of pizza today. I have started to see a psychiatrist to help me correct the behaviors that have lead me down the path to size 18. I have also started talking to a weight management behaviorist to coach me along the way. Lastly, i have lowered my expectations. I am always going to fail if my expectations are too high, so i am always going to get disappointed because i failed, so i am always going to drown my disappointment with a pint of chocolate brownie ice cream. You see the cycle? Really?! Do i even need to explain this, if you are reading this your squishy ass is probably sitting right next to mine in the same damn cycle.
So, after all this rambling, i come to my point. It is okay to seek help. Sometimes it takes someone on the outside of the fish bowl to help us see the truth. There is one caveat, though, you have to be ready for them to tell you that your bowl water smells like shit (but they will help you figure out how to clean it).
So in an effort to clean my fishbowl i have a new, and realistic goal: get below 200 lbs by my 30th birthday, so in numbers that breaks down to roughly 3 lbs a week. Come to think of it, its not as realistic as i would like it (yes, being lazy is coming in to play here) but here I go.
Good luck to you, and wish me luck!
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