What does it look like?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Lots of people have asked me if I am done losing weight. Most of them have freely shared their opinion about it, too, which is a whole other story. But I finally told my friend Celeste, whom I met at Weight Watchers, that I didn’t really care where my weight settled, as long as I felt like I was in control of my eating.
I am a speech-language pathologist by profession, and we are all about clear and measurable goals. How will you know when you have achieved it? What does it look like to be in control of my eating? I know it when I see it.
It is not eating out of the peanut butter jar with a spoon. It is not more than the single serving candy bar. It is not anything that puts me over 2200 calories/day, unless I ran more than 12 miles.
My hubs is an addiction counselor. I told him once I couldn’t imagine going the rest of my life without eating a whole bag of candy out of stress, and he told me that by saying that I set myself up for failure. So I will imagine many days of in control eating, world without end, amen. Staying within my calorie budget. Indulging occasionally, practicing the 80/20 rule. Listening to my body’s cues. (That’s a big toughie for me.) Reminding myself why this is important to me.
Because I’m so tired of being frustrated and disappointed with myself. Wondering what I have to do to burn off the last few days of stupid eating. I want to be the boss of food.