Wednesday, November 13, 2013
This morning the scale persistently said a number that at one time in my life I would have rejoiced over. But it's higher than my normal "athletic" weight. And there's a part of me that is bothered by it.
Autumn is a tough time of year for me. It's tough for many people: the hours of sunlight diminish. The temperatures drop. The thought of Winter ahead looms. Warm, filling, comforting foods come out, not to mention holiday treats. The impulse to hibernate comes in.
I have to guard against complacency, mind you, but I also have to take myself back through the process and how motivation works "for me". Because if I've learned one thing over the decades it is that "one size does NOT fit all".
Some people are motivated by putting a goal out there, and then stretch and reach and achieve. Others of us begin self-sabotage when we get anywhere CLOSE to that kind of goal.
So, in the beginning, I was really, really squishy about "goal weight". I found a level of eating and activity I was comfortable with, and let my body get to its natural level. Problem, that natural level was based on a very active lifestyle. Now, as I ponder changing my focus and my self-definition... that natural level *could* change.
Danger signal: this does not mean I can go out and eat anything and everything I want... because I know where THAT leads. Back to the pre-healthy lifestyle.
Question to self: can I repeat the feat? Can I find a NEW level of healthy, maybe one that *isn't* in training for "the next big thing"... but also isn't totally unhitched from balanced eating and moderate activity.
Yep, the Rebel is trying to find her way. She's a bright kid... she'll figure it out.