
I’m not big on military imagery but this weight loss thing certainly has some parallels with “warring”.
These past 2.5 years have been a series of battles won and lost, interspersed with periods of peace – and it’s time for the “last battle”.
The first thing I want to point out is that the enemy is not my body. And the enemy is not food. Those are both good, no, wonderful things and my closest allies during these next few weeks.
The enemy is my own attitude – that is, the sizable commitment gap between what I want and what I’m prepared to do to get it.
This week I’m prepared to close that gap by throwing all my ammunition at these last few pounds.
Ammunition?
Burning off at least 200 calories through exercise no matter what.
- a 2 mile run
- a 3 mile walk
- 2 hours of shopping
- Those are daily minimums.
The thing I’m not going to do is spend one whole day doing nothing because I know that I’m going on a 5 mile run the next day. While the battle is raging, this has got to be an everyday commitment.
Eating with exacting discipline.
- Breakfast lunch and dinners will be the same for 4 days at a time. Boring but it makes planning and shopping easier.
- All ingredients weighed and measured. ie The 1/4 of milk I usually journal for coffee is actually 3/8. That won’t matter a bit in a few weeks, but it matters in battle.
- Eating more than the recommended 5 a day of fruit and veg. This means snacking on carrots even when it’s easier to grab a cracker.
Counting the cost.
- As someone in the bible wrote, “No one goes into battle without first counting the cost.” Really? I do it all the time with predictable results.
- The cost to me this week is no wine in the house. At all.
- The cost is eating very carefully during the day when I’m going out for dinner in the evening.
- The cost is choosing what I’m going to eat at the restaurant before I go – and sticking to it.
- The cost is not being a very flexible human being when it comes to food choices. I will stick with my decisions even when they are socially a bit awkward. (This is my biggest “cost”.)
I will keep up this lack of flexibility (regime, dare I say, “diet”?) until the scale is really moving. Then I’ll rethink my strategy. I’m assuming that I will be eating like this until I leave for Canada at the end of March.
And what has prompted this last push? I’ve made a decision that, whatever I weigh when I wake up on my 50th birthday will be the lowest weight I will ever aspire to again. I’ve had enough of “ought” and “should” and even “want”. Time to hit real middle age with my head high – no matter what I weigh.
In the meantime, realising that I am serious about that has made me think that I will be very disappointed if I don’t ever keep that promise to myself to get down to 140lbs and live with it for a while. Hence the battle.
(Now, where are my bagpipes?)
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