Wow, there’s nothing like picture posts and weigh-ins to bring out the lurkers. Thanks for all the kind comments after I finally broke into the 100’s! True, if we had 8 fingers and 8 toes and used a base 8 numbering system, there would be nothing significant about this number. But who cares? We’re not animated cartoon characters with 4 digits on each hand, so it’s time to pah-tay! To answer the questions:
Has anything you’ve done in the past year felt better than that?
Well there was that one time in Vegas when…oh hey there, Mom!
When was the last time you saw THOSE numbers?
I honestly don’t know. I know I weighed about 160 around 7th grade when I wasn’t fully grown and that I weighed 260 near the end of senior year of high school. I don’t have any clothes from those time periods to judge my size and the yearbook photos are just headshots, but I’m guessing I haven’t weighed this much since freshman or sophomore year of high school in the mid-90’s. To put that in perspective, at that time the profession that I currently have, web development, didn’t really exist and I was still using Windows for Workgroups 3.1.
Now, in the interest of full disclosure I must confess something. I totally pigged out on Sunday. Oink, oink! I may as well have dug a mud pit to roll around in under my Pilates mat. I was bored and lonely and there I was – alone…in the house…with all the food! Aaaah! Sounds like the premise for a horror movie to me. Beware what’s lurking in the cupboards, before it leaps down your throat!
I’d already watched TV all morning, couldn’t focus on my books, and I didn’t feel like sewing or crocheting. So I ate a bowl of the special limited edition pumpkin spice Jell-O pudding instead, which was definitely not sugar free or fat free or even free to buy. But it was only available for a limited time! I had to buy it while it was there! It’s like Disney with their damn vault, only releasing movies for a limited time. I’d love to see an MRI of my brain while I eat pumpkin pie or pumpkin pudding because there’s something about that flavor that hits all the right pleasure centers in my brain. Oh, and there was whipped cream too. Lots of whipped cream. And I might have eaten two servings of the feta and spinach chicken and had an extra helping of couscous too. Anyway, it was bad and I certainly went well over any reasonable calorie intake for a day in which I wasn’t running the Iron Man.
My point is, I got over it and went back to my normal eating and exercising routine the next day. Then three days later I broke into the 100’s. Remarkably, eating four serving sizes of pudding did not cause me to instantly regain 170 pounds.
I don’t want anyone to think I’m a perfect little dieter who obeys every single rule in the South Beach diet book like it’s my personal bible. You do not have to have 100% diet compliance to lose weight. I would guess if you sustain 90-95% diet compliance you’ll do just fine. If you expect absolute perfection from yourself, you’re setting yourself up to fail. No one’s perfect. No one wins all the time. The scale does not go down every single week. Thankfully you do not have to be perfect to succeed. You do not have to win every battle to win the war. You might lose the Battle of Basted Turkey and Cranberry Stuffing next week, but don’t let the enemy’s full complement of gravy boats deter you. Keep on fighting! Grrrrrr!