It has been so nice not weighing in publicly this month, not updating my sidebar, not having to explain any loss or gain to the masses. I still weigh myself every day in the morning (after I’ve gone to the bathroom and before I’ve eaten my oatmeal to ensure the lowest number). I still keep my fancy charts and spreadsheets. But it’s been nice moving those numbers into the “Thou-shall-not-blog-about” category.
I have however been slightly worried about accountability. When I went to San Francisco for the BlogHer convention I told myself, “Eat whatever you want to!” which my brain interpreted as “Gorge yourself!” I tripped a mental switch that made me think I could eat whatever I wanted to as long as I was in California. I found myself wandering around the airport before my midnight flight looking for an ice cream stand because if I had a cone in the west coast terminal it would be ok, but if I stopped for one in Indianapolis it would somehow be “wrong.” The next time I tell myself, “Eat whatever you want to!” please remind me that is a cracked-out idea. I did that last Christmas and thought I’d learned my lesson when I felt like I was going to vomit up the pumpkin roll, brownie, caramel cake and other goodies I’d ingested. I should not be allowed to eat whatever I want to because the world would quickly run out of food.
So, I’d like to not get fat again (and to stop splitting my infinitives), but I’m not going to start weighing in publicly again. Instead I introduce my new accountability tool: The pants factor. I will not buy new pants! Well, I will buy new pants eventually once these get holes or become threadbare, but I will buy them in the same or smaller size. I will not buy BIGGER pants. If they start to get tight, tough cookies, no more cookies for me. The denim cutting into my waist can remind me to eat a salad for lunch instead of going out for Cajun food with my coworkers. I’m surprised my pants aren’t cutting off my circulation right now, but they remain pretty comfortable, if a little tighter than they did before I ate half of San Francisco.
No new pants! That is my motto. Hopefully it will work.