Thursday, June 13, 2013
I feel like the only time I ever blog is to complain about things. And I should work on doing better to celebrate the good and positive and not just focus on the negative. That said, I'm irritated. haha
I was talking to one of my closest friends yesterday. I was talking to her about the silly drama of a single girl. Cut to the chase, I told her I might consider it if this guy wants to take me to out a NICE dinner with a NICE bottle of wine Ė where NICE means expensive because he can totally afford it (and heís such a goober, he really owes me one). Then I was saying there are so many great restaurants here in town that I donít go to because theyíre pricey and it would be such fun to go if he's paying. Except, I told her, Iíd get fat eating out that much.
Oh stop, she says. You look great. You worry too much about your weight. Maintaining weight loss is so much more fun and you should relax.
Good thing we were on the phone or I might have punched her. First of all, I still have 5 pounds to my goal weight so I should still be creating calorie deficits, not maintaining.
Second of all, yes, maintaining is so easy and so much fun that 95% of people who lose weight regain all of it and then some. I want to be in the 5% club. So no, I donít think I worry too much. In fact, Iím not sure I worry enough. Like I skipped the gym last night. (Not for lack of trying Ė I forgot my snacks for work, so I was starving when I left. I went home to eat and figured Iíd use the little gym in my building after dinner. Except everyone seemed to have the same thought and all 6 cardio machines were taken; so I ran some stairs to get my heart rate up and did some pushups and called it a day. Which I know was totally slacking and not good).
And to be totally ugly Ė sheís got quite a bit of weight to lose herself, so sheís one to talk about what it takes to maintain a healthy weight.
Stuff like that makes me crazy. If an alcoholic were to dry out, no one would tell her in 18 months Ė hey youíve been doing good for so long, go ahead and have a couple beers; you donít do it every day. Why is acceptable to tell someone who abused food, go ahead and eat like crap, itís not a big deal.
Granted, my abuse wasnít a full blown addiction, but it was abuse. I used it as a reward for doing things I didnít want to do. I used it as a comfort when I was lonely or unhappy. Itís easier now than it was because Iíve created new habits to fall back on. But just like an addict, I still need to be conscientious every day. Because I know that as soon as I ďrelaxĒ Iím going to get fat again. And I donít want to do that.