In the grand scheme of weight loss things, there are some tasks that have a difficulty factor of 9.5. Listed among those are:
- getting up at 5am on a winter’s morning so you can go outside and train
- be the only one in a pub full of friends NOT eating the pizza and drinking the beer
- saying no to the slice of birthday cake when all your colleagues are urging that just one small slice won’t hurt
- not smacking the person in the face who says to you, “losing weight is easy, just go on a diet”
(actually, that last is possibly just me).
There is one task however, that I feel scores an 11.5 on the Richter Scale – getting back on the wagon after you’ve slipped off and landed face down in the mud. (more…)
Yep, it happened. And not just for a day, but for half a week. I’m not going to beat around the bush – but I’m also not going to beat myself around the head. I know from experience that yelling at myself, calling myself all sorts of names, feeling like a loser or a failure only sends me down the same emotional path that leads to bad eating and more bad habits. There’s a reason those things became habits in the first place – because I did them so often. So I don’t do that any more. But what do I do now when the wheels fall off? Can somebody hand me a spanner to put them back on? No? (more…)
If I really wanted to, I could fill an entire blog post using only words that convey what’s most unlikeable about exercise. Some of those words would be: sweaty, uncomfortable, painful, exerting, time-consuming and depriving-me-of-quality-couch-potato-time.
But I’m not going to do that, despite what I just wrote – and yes, despite the fact that what I just wrote is also very true. Because, as usual in life, there’s two sides to truth – and there’s two sides to exercise. (more…)
I’m a couple of days into this Round* of the 12WBT program now and I’m seeing some very interesting things crop up as, I think, a direct result of doing the last Round (which was my first). I didn’t lose much weight last time, and I’d put it all back on in the last couple of weeks as the wheels fell off to a large extent. I had struggled from about 4 weeks in, particularly with getting myself to exercise.
I should explain how big this particular issue was for me. Firstly, in all the “diets” I’ve ever done, the one thing I had no trouble doing was getting up to exercise. I would struggle to eat only lite foods – but training was never the issue. For most of my life, I’ve been active, with some periods where I’ve been downright fit. So finding myself reluctant to do any exercise at all really bothered me. At first I thought it was because I’d injured my knee back in March (torn tendon), then I was worried I was developing a heart condition (my brother had a massive heart attack a couple of years ago at the same age I am now). Then I started treatment for my knee – which included careful exercise, and my doctor pointed out I’m a hypochondriac with a little asthma from the cold air :-).
The down side to this exercise story is that all of that happened with 4 weeks to go on that last round, and I still didn’t exercise! (more…)
I suppose I should have started the morning off with some sense of trepidation, perhaps a little hesitation or even the suggestion of a question mark hovering over my ability to actually follow through on my plans to get up and exercise at 5am, or whether I could really just eat what’s on my plan and nothing else. At least, that’s how the first day of every “diet” I’ve ever been on before has begun. Full of determination – but also doubt. I call them the Double Ds.
Determination is something I’ve never been short of. This is not a brag of any kind, but I guess I am a little proud of the fact that I can keep falling down and getting back up more times than I’ve had hot chips. I may get weary and teary, but I can keep coming back, keep trying. Admittedly, in some circumstances that’s not always a good thing. But the determination to get myself a healthier, happier body has been with me for twenty years and more, and is what has got me here, doing this right now. (more…)
“The definition of insanity,” Albert Einstein is claimed to have said, “is the repetition of the same acts over and over expecting a different result.” While I wouldn’t necessarily call myself insane, I would tend to agree with the basic principle that continuing down a path that has never led to success is simply a waste of time. So is being disappointed about the constant failure. I mean, if you’re going to do it wrong again, why are you surprised when if fails, right?