My Fat-Kicking Year: Week One Impressions

Although it’s been less than one week, I want to kick off this new series on my weight loss journey by posting every Sunday. Since it’s Sunday, it’s time to post!

I wrote about my story of unhealth earlier this week, and was really touched by all of the uplifting, supportive, and inspiring words from so many absolute strangers and friends. People came out of the wood work to get me started on a high point, and I had goosebumps reading every one of those comments!

Since Wednesday, I’ve exercised every day and stuck with all of my goals. Surprising, right?

I went for a 30 minute walk each of those days and used some of my favorite yoga stretches before bed every night. I feel good knowing that I’m holding myself accountable to these goals I’ve held for over a decade now, and am happy about this project!

The most challenging part of the process:

I’m a snacker. Not just occasionally, but incessantly. When I’m bored, I snack. When I’m tired, I snack. When I’m anxious, I snack. When there’s a sun in the sky, I snack. Even when I’m hungry (shocker!), I snack.

I’m not averse to having a bag of chips for dinner and a bag of Twizzler’s for dessert.

These behaviors are the ones I’m the most ashamed of. I know that I have very dangerous overeating habits, and I’m trying not to judge myself or worry about any mean comments that may come in because of this confession.

Whenever I start a new exercise kick, I try to stick to a very clean eating habit, too. My idea of healthy eating isn’t always what others think since, well, I think butter, dairy, potatoes, and fat are good things. But, I try to cut out the snacking entirely.

Then guess what happens. I get upset, frustrated, annoyed, and irritated. I start eating junk, feel guilty about doing so, and take the day off from exercising. The next day, I decide to take a break since I’ve been working so hard and I need down time. Then, it’s 3 months later and I’m back to the beginning and lacking all my confidence.

Instead of feeling irritated, I decided to watch my eating habits but not go totally crazy. I can still be somewhat of a bad eater. It’s weird to allow myself to do that, but what matters is slow, consistent change.

I don’t need to go 180 on my life right away. Instead, I need to slowly tick away the degrees so that, one day, I’ll be living the life I want.

So, it’s sort of weird writing to justify my indulgence in ice cream, but I’m still exercising. That’s what I need to do right now, and that’s what I’m going to stick with. Weird, but I need to pace myself.

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