Well; I’ve allowed myself to gain some weight. I hovered around 200 pounds for a few months; then I hovered around 215 pounds for a few months. Then I spent some time around 230 pounds. When my scale (yes, I bought another one) got dangerously close to 240, figured I had a couple of choices.
One is to scream “screw it”. That is what I did the first time I lost 100 pounds, and sure enough, eventually I gained all 100 back. This is not an option I am comfortable with, for a few reasons. I’m tired of ultimately surrendering in the endless battle with weight loss. I’m in charge, here, dammit. Also, I weighed 200 pounds long enough to like it. I want to weigh 200 pounds (or even less) again.
So now I have a chunk of poundage to lose again: 40 pounds. “40” is a significant number. I regret putting myself in this position. On the other hand, “40” is not a powerfully frightening number to someone who has recently lost 140 pounds — and lost 100 pounds once before that. The point is, I know I can lose significant quantities of weight. I have done that. I understand how to do that.
First, I am going to reset. I am going to reset physically by enduring a week of almost entirely liquid; back to Sun Warrior Vegan Protein and almond milk, for a few days. I am going to reset emotionally by taking a trip to the coast. The ocean has been my “go-to” place in times of upheaval for most of my life. The vastness of it, the power of it, the sound of it, the repetitiveness of the waves — it all calms me. I feel smaller standing next to the ocean. My problems are smaller when I am contemplating the ocean.
I freakin’ love the ocean.
I am rededicating myself to the exercise component of weight loss, as well. I can get up as late as 6:00 in the morning, and still have time to work out at home before I go to work. I can dance. I can complete one of the routines Steve the Trainer has designed for me. I can grab a Richard Simmons tape. On the days I have even more time, I can drive to one of two gyms, where I can use exercycles or treadmills. As the fall weather arrives, I can restart my neighborhood walks on the weekends. As well as I know my own name, I know that I have to exercise in order to lose weight, and I need a significant amount of cardio exercise to help control my blood pressure. These are truths that experience has taught me. I can waste my time wishing they weren’t true, hoping for an elusive weight loss magic that just happens because I deserve it — or I can accept and embrace what I know to be true, and make exercise part of my life; forever, not just “while I’m losing weight”.
When I get back to my real life after my liquid days on the ocean, I plan to eat according to several “perfect” nutritional daily plans that I spent hours devising. Because they are vegetarian, I needed to find good sources of protein, that combined in the correct way to make complete proteins. I also needed some good sources of iron — I donate blood regularly to the American Red Cross, and I am usually right on the edge of iron content. (Interesting aside: last Saturday, my left arm conspired to get me kicked out of the donation process, as the finger-stick-blood test put me below the iron limit. During my allowed second try, using my right hand, the finger-stick-blood test was well above the limit. I thought it was a good analogy; I often feel that my body is not working as one entire unit, but as individual parts at war with each other.) To properly absorp iron, I also needed some Vitamin C, and I needed to find some vegetarian Omega-3 sources (apparently, that’s not entirely possible, so I also needed to find a good Omega-3 vegetarian supplement). It took me hours to come up with four “perfect” days. I hope to write more plans later, but I will start by interchanging those plans.
Keeping a food diary is important — and irritating. Writing the same thing over and over again gets very old, very quickly. So, I made copies of those plans: I can just check off a food as I eat it.
I know a couple of other things. One is that I am subject to mind-numbing, diet-blowing cravings. I fixate on something, such as cookies, and I cannot rest until I consume that product. No matter how long I am strong, capitulation will eventually happen — I have literally gotten out of bed in the middle of the night and gone to the store to buy something I have been craving and ignoring for the better part of a week. Until now, I have just tried to ignore this aspect of my personality. My plan now is to accept that I will crave, confront my craving, and then to twist the craving into a healthier direction. For example, I know that my “perfect” daily plans contain only good food. When I begin to crave, I will allow myself to start obsessing about any one thing on any of the four different plans. I will focus my craving on that extra banana, or extra sweet potato, or extra serving of edamame, by reminding myself that I truly like those products. I included only things on my plans that I really enjoy, and can live with for a while. If I can spend the day remembering how much I love edamame mixed into cottage cheese, I’m hoping that when I give in and satisfy my craving, the damage will be less substantial than it could be.
Another thing I know is that writing can save my life. Whether I am blogging, working on a piece of fiction that helps me process personal experiences, or writing something that has no basis in my own twisted reality, when I write, the world is a better place. (Even your world, because I write well.) So I’m going to jump-start my writing. I’m going to blog more, and I’m going to start a piece of fiction I have been thinking about for a couple of years (ready, Ally?).
I can lose 40 pounds.
I can do anything.