Updates and Such
I tell you what…procrastination is something else! I am a world class procrastinator. I meant to get on here and update both Sunday and Monday, but I didn’t. And here it is, Tuesday, and I’ve gotta make up the slack. I’m going to write a post about procrastination1. But this is not that post. This post is going to be a slapdash, jumbled assortment of how I survived this weekend, the benefit of social media in terms of accountability, and the significance of the above picture.
Ready, set, GO!
Okay, remember in my last post how I said I was going to an event where I was going to have to resist temptation? Resisting is quite an understatement. This was a gigantic battle of self-control and willpower. Let me tell you the story, in three paragraphs or less2.
Once upon a time…there was a young lady who absolutely loved pizza. And chicken. Because everybody loves pizza and chicken, I don’t care who you are. Well, this particular young lady made a promise to herself and to God that she would change her dastardly eating habits and learn how to take care of her body and use self-control when it came to healthy eating choices. For thirty straight days, she would eat only fruits and vegetables, learning obedience and how to submit her will to something higher than herself. She would not again be a victim to the twin terrors of Emotional Eating and Overindulgence. Her intentions were pure. They sounded all good and noble and whatnot, but they meant next to nothing because the young lady had yet to be tested, and tested she must be.
One day, the young lady received an invitation to a ball3 and she decided to go. She dressed in her finest of skinny jeans and journeyed to the far off land where the ball was being held. Once she arrived, she met a wise man – the same wise man who gave her the meal plan, who sent her on a quest for three items4: the Flaming Hot Wings of Truth, the Precious Pizza of Pan, and the Mighty and Marvelous Mixed Candy. The young lady must so and retrieve these three items…but she could not partake in them. She must resist the temptation to eat of them, or she would fall into a deep sleep for 1000 years5! So the young lady and the wise man, who accompanied her, rode off in her silver chariot to retrieve these items. They endured many dangerous encounters, including one slightly confusing one way street and VERY poor customer service from Pizza Hut.
The young lady endured the tantalizing and enticing aromas of the items of her quest, agonizing because she could not have them. She began to feel cheated, as if it weren’t fair. Pretty soon, her thoughts became clouded as she felt her willpower weaken. She could have one slice. She could have one wing. What’s the harm in just one? And she could just restart the meal plan on Monday. She was only five days in – what’s the big deal? Suddenly, she heard a voice within her speak through the turmoil in her mind. You must resist…if you give in this time, you will always give in! Be strong! You are stronger than the Flaming Hot Wings of Truth! Besides, you hate eating chicken on the bone and everyone will laugh at you when you pick it all off with your fork. You are stronger than the Precious Pizza of Pan! You don’t want heartburn and the stomach pains later tonight, do you? And you don’t even like candy! The young lady listened to the voice and found the strength to endure. She did not eat of the items, even after she delivered them to the destination. Even as everyone around her enjoyed them. Even as she ate a meager and humble meal of roasted tomatoes and corn with green beans. She knew that she had achieved a greater result in her quest: she learned over to control herself.
Then she married a hot prince, moved away, had a lot of babies, and lived happily ever after as a size 8. The end.
The moral of my
mostly true story is that food does not have to control you. You don’t have to fall victim to the compulsion to eat. In that moment on Saturday, I CRAVED that pizza. I actually got a headache because I couldn’t have it. I literally prayed to God to give me the strength to resist the temptation because I knew I didn’t have it within me to resist on my own. I was beginning to wish I hadn’t come – that I had stayed at home simply so I wouldn’t have to deal with the temptation.
But how am I ever supposed to develop self-control and willpower if I’m never in a position where I’m going to have to use it? That’s like learning how to drive, but never getting behind the steering wheel. What good is it? How do I know I have the capacity? I learned something very valuable this weekend, and that is that I can say no to food anytime I want. I feel empowered. I’ve never felt like that before. When I started this fruit and vegetable part of my meal plan, I was merely hoping that I’d be able to do it. After Saturday, I KNOW that I can. And that makes a world of difference.
Now for my bit about social media and accountability. I’ll keep it short: social media, whether it be this public blog or posting links to it via Facebook or whatever, provides me with a bit of accountability that I need. Sure, I feel accountable to God, but He’s a lot more forgiving than all of you! Quite frankly, I don’t want to look bad and be embarrassed. If I get on here and say I’m going to do something, I have (provided I have readers) people who will expect me to do just that. Accountability, whether it be this kind or finding a friend or partner and sharing that accountability responsibility, is a MUST when trying to make a lifestyle change such as this. It’s too easy to give up or quit when you’re in it by yourself. Go find someone to be accountable to! Go find several someones! Go find random, faceless strangers on the internet! You need to be held accountable!
Finally, let’s talk about that picture up there. See it? Those are pictures from my drivers licenses. The one on the left was taken last November, several months after I quit the blog. I let myself go. I put on weight and reached my heaviest weight to date – 195 pounds. Yikes! The picture on the right is the one I took today. I’ve had several false starts on this whole healthy lifestyle thing - some very inconsistent activity, but I have managed to lose some weight and I’m now 173.8 pounds. That’s a little over 21 pounds. Ten of those pounds, just about half, was during the month of July. I did in one month, with considerably more consistency and willpower, what I did in eight. My point? Results are based on effort. I can play around for eight more months and hope to lose another 10-15 lbs…or I can get my but in gear and make a dedicated effort to see real results. This photo was a motivator for me. I see myself in the mirror everyday and honestly didn’t notice the difference. Sure, I know that I’ve gone down a size in pants…but I couldn’t SEE it. A lot of times we get discouraged because we can’t see the change or as big of a difference as we want. Well, I see a change today, friends. And I’m glad about it!
Okay, that’s enough for today. This post is long enough as it is. Hopefully, somewhere in all that I wrote up there, is something someone can latch onto and learn from.
1Not today though. I’ll do it later…
2Because y’all don’t like to read for real and will click out of here if I take too long.
3Okay…it was a birthday party, but this is my blog and I can call it a ball if I so choose. Basically, read with caution. Some of the things in my story may or may not have happen as described…
4Yeah…it was actually only two, but whatever. A quest isn’t a quest without at LEAST three tasks and we did have to get a lighter for the citronella candles, so…
5Actually, I’d just feel super guilty and ashamed and would have to start my meal plan over, which is actually worse than sleeping for 1000 years.