Hi there - this is my story
Your weight loss stalls, however you are feeling good and your new clothes feel great – with a smug smile you watch others try and fail, you think you have it under control and you have won the good fight at last......
You and food are suppose to be friends now. You weren’t suppose to be depriving yourself anymore. Anyway isn’t it time to get on with your life and to think about other things rather than weight loss? After all you have paid the price and done the hard work, isn't it time to ease off.
That when you start pulling the bricks out of the healthy living house you have built over the last year, you do it so gradually that at first you don’t even see what you are doing.
You rejoin the Clean Plate Club and your pantry starts to be magically filled with all those Frankenstein Foods that call to you every night after work. You tell yourself “once in a while” isn’t a big deal, even as “once in a while” is turning into “every day”.
And then you start skipping workouts and walking, even though you thought you’d left the Couch Potatoe lifestyle behind for good. That Lifestyle wasn’t dead; it was only sleeping and a few nights of lethargy woke up and want to remain at rest.
The kilos start creeping back on; all they were waiting for was one crack in you defenses. The new clothes start to pinch and that ugly roll around the middle starts to overflow when you sit down. But you know what the bottom line is: The scale, previously the bearer of happy news, is no longer your friend. You know you won’t like what you see anymore.
In full denial until none of your clothes fit and you can’t even figure out where you were while all this was happening. Yeah right! In moments of lucid thought you know you are fully aware of what you have been doing and how destructive it is doesn’t make things better really. In fact, knowing that you are sabotaging all your hard work makes the guilt that much worse.
So where to from here?
