My Younger Years
An athlete my entire life, it took until my late twenties before I realized I really had to watch my nutrition if I wanted to keep my athletic body. Lots of rapid weight gains, followed by fairly easy weight losses, brought me into my mid-thirties where I’ve been struggling for years. Even when I lose the weight, it’s only a few weeks before I’m back to the extra 10 pounds, which leads to another 10, so I’m perpetually trying to lose 10-20 pounds.
Exhausting. Frustrating. Pathetic.
I try – but am still often a hypocrite
Do as I say, not as I do, right?
This was me last year:
Spending the day lecturing about how gross processed food is, and how we really should kick our sugar addictions, I’m still known to stop on the way home to get the buy one, get one free full size bags of Doritos. It’s a win when I don’t finish an entire bag.
I was working out three times a day (TurboFire, P90X3, and Tai Cheng) so I didn’t have to try so hard with hitting my nutrition goals, and could easily justify the snacks. I was still losing weight, so why not. Food was my joy, and until I worked that out, my multiple workouts worked to manage this.
Food Psychologywas my issue, and I’ve come a long way. The last few month’s I’ve seen a great improvement with myself. I think this has a lot to do with my newest mantra about the “junk:” This is Poison. Saying it over and over, really concentrating on remembering how awful I felt afterwards, started to sink in. My post about last weeks recap (Week Recap) takes you through another recent protocol that I think really helped me break this “food is joy” cycle as well.
I’m sure I’ll have more downs befor I finally figure it all out, but that’s kind-of the point of my blogging it all. In my down times, I purposefully stop posting. Looking back, I wish I had kept posting. It’s these down times that would be more helpful to bolster these good times to look back on. Here’s my pledge to talk about the bad times, as well as the good. “Whatever gets measured, gets managed” so maybe there’s a direct correlation there in the time it takes for me to get back to it when I’ve fallen off the wagon…