It’s been nearly 8 years since I started this blog and a very long time since I’ve updated. I can hardly believe it’s been so long.
Over the past couple of years, I haven’t abandoned fitness altogether, but I did start having negative associations with blogging about my journey, since it seemed like I would have a “come to Jesus” day or two every couple of months and then throw in the towel without accomplishing much. Last year, I actually downloaded My Fitness Pal and really buckled down for a stretch. We were going on a cruise and I wanted to feel better about myself in a swimsuit…and although I was not perfectly consistent, I did manage to hit a number on the scale that I hadn’t seen in at least a few years. I started being able to run further and faster again. I was able to fit into my better clothes.
And then we went on that vacation, and I basically threw off all restraints. I did work out in the ship’s fitness center several times, which was quite fun. Here was my view from my favorite elliptical machine:
And here I was, not looking too terrible in my swimsuit…although as you can clearly see, that is a plate of DELICIOUS French fries on my lap:
It was a great trip and I really don’t regret indulging in what I felt like eating.
What I do regret is what I did (and didn’t do) once we returned home. Instead of making more positive choices, I fell into what basically turned into very unhealthy habits. I (once again) quit incorporating vegetables into my diet. Instead, I slipped back into the mindset of looking to food for entertainment, feeling cheated unless I had unlimited amounts of whatever I wanted. I also quit viewing exercise as something enjoyable, probably due to a couple of factors. My weight was inching back up, which made exercise feel more like a chore, which made me avoid it, which made my weight keep creeping up.
Anyway, I’m here again because I once again feel like blogging about the journey. We don’t have another cruise on the horizon – yet – but I am going to be seeing an old friend in a few months, a friend I haven’t seen in decades, someone who was always very size-ist and shallow. And I know this makes ME sound size-ist and shallow, but I REALLY don’t want to see her again if I can’t fit into better clothes.
And the truth is, right now, I am at the upper end of my wardrobe. Just about all of my clothes are not exactly comfortable anymore. So I will be blogging about my progress. I also like keeping a food diary here. It just feels more interesting than My Fitness Pal, which got kind of burdensome after awhile.
Right now, I have to prepare myself for the inevitable mind battle that is going to arise, between the part of my brain that knows what I want to do and the part that is controlled by Crazed Addict Fatgirl. I’ve been sticking to my plan for three days, and I know it’s always on day three or four that I hit my first wall. I was thinking last night about all the reasons I want to stick with this, and how I would write them out and force myself to read them when I felt weak.
My biggest reason is that I just don’t feel good about myself when I’m bigger. It’s not even the shallow vanity of wanting to avoid my old friend’s judgment when she sees me in April – it’s the way I feel when I can’t find anything to wear. It’s how I feel when I have to face the consequences of not taking care of myself. I am also getting older, and I want to improve my health. Moreover, I CAN remember how good it feels to distance myself from the disordered use of food as entertainment. I love the feeling of not feeling like food is controlling me. I would like to have a healthier relationship with food, particularly as I get older and face the potential health consequences of not taking care of myself.
Anyway – I’m here and I’m still going. It’s going to be good.