
I can’t bring myself to care about anything today. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
No, I know exactly what’s wrong with me. Eat crap and you’ll feel like crap. I ate crap over the weekend and today, I feel like crap.
Not that it stopped me from eating more crap. I started out well, with my usual omelet, but since then I’ve eaten a banana chocolate chip muffin, half a bar of dark chocolate, and an ice cream sandwich. I didn’t even make a real effort to eat a healthy dinner. I gave in to laziness and ate mashed potatoes and black-eyed peas with the rest of the family, instead of making myself vegetables like I usually would.
It’s not completely accurate to say that I’ve become apathetic. That’s not entirely true, because I do care. When I got on the scale this morning and the number was up, I cared. I knew why the number was up and I knew what I needed to do to see the number go down. But for some reason, I’ve told myself that I don’t care, that this is beyond my control, that it doesn’t matter anyway so I might as well eat whatever I want.
But I know better. Pretending that I don’t care about anything is an easy way to duck the responsibility of living my own life. That’s my coping/avoidance technique – whenever something happens, I turn off, I ignore it, I distance myself from it and put it off until it resolves itself or until I absolutely have to deal with it. This is something I’ve seen myself do over and over again, and I know it’s a horrible way to live my life.
It becomes a waiting game. If I keep eating right and exercising, I’ll lose weight. And I want to believe that along with all of that weight, I’ll also have fixed all of my other problems. That everything will fall into line if I can just lose this weight. And so I wait. Because I just know that being ten pounds lighter will somehow make me ten pounds happier. And when the number on the scale doesn’t move, it’s not just about the weight anymore. It’s about everything else. Because if the numbers don’t go down, everything else won’t fall in place the way I want it to. So I end up sitting around, wasting my life because deep down, I know that even if I do lose the weight, those other things won’t automatically go away, and when I’m not even losing weight, I’m not actually doing anything at all.
This has been a hard post to write. Part of me has always known that losing weight would not be a panacea, but for some reason, I didn’t want to admit that to myself. It was easier to wait and tell myself that everything would be okay at that arbitrary mythical point sometime in the future. To think that losing weight would make me more employable, more likeable (even to myself), would somehow make me a better person overall.
The weight is going to take a while to lose. I always knew that. But I can no longer wait and hope that everything else is going to change along with my body. After all, my body didn’t change for the better until I made it change. It stands to reason that the other issues in my life aren’t going to change for the better until I make them change, too.
Tomorrow, I will accept that I need to take a proactive role in my own life. That waiting for things to happen has never worked before and will not work now. I will stop ignoring the things I didn’t want to deal with, and I will face them head on, and deal with them. And I won’t put them off anymore. I’ll do them tomorrow.
I’ve had willful blinders on. As long as I was focusing on diet and exercise, I could ignore everything else. But that isn’t healthy, and I told myself this wasn’t just about my physical appearance and physical health. This is supposed to have been about the whole picture, about my total overall health – mental, physical, emotional, everything. Making my body healthy without making my mind and will healthy has not made me healthy or happy. I’ve been miserable like this. These last few weeks have been awful. Tomorrow, I will stop waiting, and I will change all of that. Nothing can be worse than living life with your eyes closed.
I just need to refocus my eyes on the prize and stop comparing my weight loss to that of others. I know my body. I know I’ll lose 2-3 lbs a week when I work out regularly and eat right. I know my weight loss will stall when I do not. I’m never going to be the kind of person who can lose 15 lbs in two weeks – I didn’t gain my weight like that and I don’t see myself losing it like that. And I need to remember that I’m in this for the long haul. This is a lifestyle change, not a temporary thing. A mini binge of three s’mores over the weekend does not a crisis make – nothing has been derailed, nothing is ruined.
