Sabotage, How to deal
As I said in an earlier blog, I’ve lost and gained weight over and over. I was wondering how you guys deal with people who try to sabotage you. I know, you’re responsible for what you do. I know that no one can “force” you to eat bad choices. But lets all be honest, we have people who, entice, encourage, or put us in situations that make it hard. I love my husband dearly. And he loves me. But, Hmm, I’m trying to think of a good way to say this.. He likes big girls. Don’t get me wrong, he wants me healthy. And right now, since I’m a lot heavier than I have ever been wants me to lose some. There’s going to come a point where he suddenly wants to go out to ice cream each week. Where he’s going to bring home snickers, just to share with me. Where “Oh, you’ve been so busy, just sit here and watch a movie, you don’t need to workout.”
I’m a slacker when it comes to workout out, missing a few days is hard on me, makes it very easy to slip into bad habits. Tonight, I had perfectly yummy veggie soup at home. It was already cooked. Leftovers from the other day, which he hadn’t eaten. So, it wasn’t as if he’d been eating it for days. Yet, he wanted to go to an all you can eat place. I pointed out that not only had we just gone grocery shopping but we had soup already cooked, ready to go at home. Needless to say, we went out to eat. I did good, I had healthy choices. I didn’t have dessert, I had some fruit. I’ve learned to think of all you can eat places as not trying to get as much as I can, to get my money worth. Instead I look at it as trying to eat fruits that are normally expensive, eating variety not just masses of food.
Anyway, I know this is a pattern we have. This time I’m determined to break it. I dunno that I’ll ever be skinny. A size isn’t my goal. My goal is to be healthy. I’ve always wanted to go hiking. I used to walk 2 miles as a kid to go to a lake to fish. I want to be able to go out, do things without worrying about hurting myself.
I set my goal at 180 because I have a lot to lose. That’s the point that I go to being merely “fat”. I don’t think I wanna stop there. But it’s a good point to work toward.
Tomorrow is weigh in day. Girl time started today, I’m not sure what the scale will say. As bad as this might sound. I don’t care. Why? Because I’ve worked hard this week. A shirt that used to cling to my tummy was loose. Actually, several shirts this week were loose. I know that I’ve lost fat, even if the scale doesn’t show it. I’m proud of that. From past experience I’ve learned not to only count on what the scale shows.
I went shopping today. Normally by the time we’re done shopping, I’m sweating, getting tired, feeling sore. Today I did it with ease. My lower back didn’t hurt at all. That means more to me more than numbers. I dug out a pair of shorts that I used to wear a couple summers ago. I can’t snap them. They are going to be my “goal” shorts. I’m going to try them on once a week to see how they fit, or if they do.
I’m gonna go do the bike, the urge to workout is getting to me ![]()
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