So, I’m really pissed off at myself.
A few years back, during and after my marriage first fell apart, I went though what I’d call The Divorce Diet (well, technically Separation Diet – but Divorce Diet has a much nicer, more rhythmic ring to it, doesn’t it?). Like so many people going through a divorce, I sort of, well, stopped eating. This wasn’t an intentional thing, mind you. It just kind of… happened. It also just so happens that around that time I started using exercise in a manner much like an addict uses a drug – to fill a void, to make me feel better, and moreover better about myself, because I felt so very, very shitty about myself at the time. I guess some people going through traumatic, life-changing events curl up in bed, pull the covers over their heads, and eat carton after carton of Ben & Jerry’s. But I did almost exactly the opposite. Which I’ll go ahead and note is truly weird for me. I’m traditionally much more of the shove-my-face-full-of-food-and-crrrrrry kind of person, but in this instance I wasn’t. Maybe there was some kind of unconscious internal push toward the idea of transformation, toward CHANGE, because I so very much wanted that in so many different parts of my life, I’m not sure. But the upshot was, I lost about 40 pounds in an unprecedentedly short period of time. And I felt better, physically and mood-wise, than I had in maybe 10 years.
Well I bet you can see where this is going, right? In the past two years, I’ve gained almost all of that back. Why? Because I’m happy now. Fat and happy. With the emphasis on Fat (not to diminish the happy part, mind you, because I am quite happy, but rather to underscore my TOTAL EPIC WEIGHT LOSS FAIL). Yeeeeah.
*headdesk*
I don’t pretend to understand how my own psychology works regarding all of this, but there it is. Have your marriage break up and drop a shit ton of weight without even thinking about it, then fall in love and pack the pounds back on like it was your profession and duty. Is it just me, or does something about this seem really, really fucking unfair?
So anyway. Here we go. Diet time. (BOO! HISS! I HATE YOU, DIET TIME!)
And before someone says to me, diets don’t work – you need to change your lifestyle!, I’ll just go ahead and say BULLSHIT. Well, not total bullshit – I get that I need to go back to exercising more (when I magically lost all that weight I was working out at least 5 days a week), and eating more healthfully, of course. But I’m a 41 year old woman with the metabolism of a sloth dipped in molasses. Just eating healthfully and exercising is not going to do much for me, I’m afraid. No, I’m going to need to count calories, and exercise, and watch portions, and do ALL OF THE DIETING THINGS for this to work. At all.
(Why did I fall in love with a baker and chef? OUR GOD IS A SPITEFUL AND ANGRY GOD.)
I say all of this to you today because:
1. I need to whine about what a complete fucking moron I am and get this off my chest or I’m going to need to go out and purchase an actual hairshirt.
2. I weighed myself today for the first time in many moons. That was a mistake. As you can all clearly see (read).
3. I’m probably going to be writing more about this in the weeks and months to come, so I’m just laying the foundation for EVEN MORE WHINING here, be warned.
4. I’d really like to hear from you guys about what’s worked (and not worked) for you with regards to losing weight. AND -
5. I’d like to hear about any tools you all might be using – iPad/iPhone apps, videos/dvds, supplements, kitchen gadgets, anything, whatever – that may be helpful to me at this point.
6. I am filled with remorse and self-loathing and OH THE DUMB STUPID WHINING.
Yeah, that about covers it I’d say.
So… thoughts? Advice? Tips? Suggestions? Halp? Anyone? What works for you?



