Saturday, February 02, 2013
So you're trying to sustain motivation. With your fitness program. With your nutrition program. Calories in, calories out: all of that. Yeah.
You know attitude is key. That attitude is a state of mind. That you choose your attitude. An attitude of gratitude for every pound lost and every nonscale victory. (Yup, cheesy: but it works).
It works until you encounter snottitude. From others. Prescriptive. Didactic. Hectoring, even. And then . . . it's a challenge.
It's the snottitude that tells you, from a position of authority and superiority, what you SHOULD be doing. Yeah. You're not really running if you're walking part of that 5k race. You'll never get fit unless you start lifting weights. You're not gonna lose weight unless you drink 8 glasses of water a day. And a big breakfast. Every day. And eliminate chocolate completely.
Or whatever. Everybody else is the expert about you.
Except you. And after all, what do YOU know about you? You're just learning, right? You're just figuring it out.
So it's easy to be deflated by snottitude. To lose that positive attitude. Especially in early February, with New Year's Resolutions fading fast and Valentine's Day chocolate fast approaching. That's probably why attendance of newbies at my gym is dropping noticeably.
And so what might help? Continuing to take it at your own pace. Continuing to figure it out for yourself. Discounting everybody else's expertise, which is after all based upon THEIR experience. About THEMSELVES. And not about you.
YOU. You're the YOU expert.
And snottitude? S'not nice. S'not helpful. S'not worthy of your attention.
Just keep on keeping on. In your own way. In your own time. You'll get there. And then you'll stay there, too. You'll maintain. MAINtenance is gonna be the MAIN thing. After all, as many as 95% of those who are presently so superior because of their weight loss are destined to regain . . . but not YOU. Not if you figure out maintenance as you move along your path.
How I wish I could find a way to communicate this, telepathically, to some of the discouraged and shamed faces I'm seeing on the treadmills, trudging away. Best I can do? Friendly, respectful smile. And minding my own business.