I had a meltdown over the holeedays… brought on 95.4324% by friendly womany wormones and the other 4.5432% legitimate worry wartness. That nagging gremlin that lives up inside my brain came out to play, spreading its’ pleasantaries… You are failing… You can’t do this… It’s too hard… Just quit! And for a few weeks I pretty much did just that. I didn’t really care anymore about what I ate and that worried me. Because I know my history… I know how many times that gremlin has come out and sabotaged every last weight loss accomplishment I’d made. History repeats itself, right? Sorry, gremelin… WRONG!!
Firstly, I’ve never before come this far in my journey… 10 pounds here and there is not the same as 230… it’s not even close. Secondly, history will only repeat itself if I let it. It’s been hard to realize that humans will always make mistakes. They are part of a lifestyle… no matter whose life it is. Falling into a few potholes does not mean that one can’t scrape off the sewage and climb right back out again. I may have felt like I’d been summering with the Amish in a pothole for the last few months, but look at it this way… no harm, no foul. I may not have lost any weight… but I didn’t gain either… I maintained, which also goes to show me that I am my own worst critic. Those times I thought I was doing horribly and felt like I was out of control on the eating front, they weren’t that bad. Could I have done better? Abso-fruitly, I could have! So what… it’s over and done with… MOVING ON!
I spent the weekend scouring cookbooks and magazines, trying to find recipes and snacks that I would look forward to. Sticking within my calorie range, I then wrote out a week’s worth of menus and renewed my resolution to always have a plan. Plans are what make the Earth go round… otherwise it bumps into Mars and the non-planet Pluto… and we ain’t having that! And then I got cutesy… I need to be fun with my eating… Fun insures that I won’t get bored and graze the cattle stable for a nightly 3-course meal. I dug out my cute tupperwares… the ones with individual compartments and made me a week’s worth of afternoon snacks so I could just grab it out of the refrigerator and be all Chuck Norris prepared up in this here joint!
Ordinary foods made fun… that’s what I’m aiming for to get over this boredom pothole. Maybe next week I’ll draw faces on my egg whites… you never know what cray cray things I’ll think up… and afterwards I’ll take my blankie and my binky and par-tay with Barney and Friends. Anything to spice it up a little!!
Question of the Day: What are your tips and tricks to spice up your meals/snacks?