I’m becoming, yet again, a member of another of my former nemesis groups…no, I’ve come to not only face but embrace the stay at home mini van driving membership card – the one I type of now is the “keep a food journal group”. Aka: the food eating “goodie-goodies”. And the sad part is, I’m not becoming one of em’. I am one.
If I become a member of the “one Hershey kiss a day satisfies me group”…don’t ask questions, just go ahead and shoot me right there and then.
This past Tuesday, as Jess and I were in the middle of our 515am 3 mile run, I moaned for only the millionth time about my plateau, Jess said that she started a food journal. For the very first time in my life, I thought…that’s brilliant, I’m going to too! Then instinctively thought, “Self, what was that you just said???”
It was a LIGHT BULB moment. Oh, make no mistake, I’ve heard to do that before, but it just wasn’t for me. Just like the laundry list of other nuggets that I was certain I’d never:
- Weigh myself daily – you know Lucy’s my home girl now.
- Say I’m an eating addict (cause that’d be just too dramatic, right?) – well, I’m now proudly stating I’m a recovering eating addict.
- Do a food journal – gulp, that one’s nothing but a memory now.
Now I mean this, if I tell you one ounce of chocolate is all I need to satisfy…sister, you know what to do and heaven will be sooner than later for the Stephster.
My true motivation to get the food journal is the reward that I’ve delayed gratification on…a brand spanking new diva suit when I lost just three more pounds. And it’s beginning to get chillier and I really want to get a new diva suit. Sadly, almost desperately….so yes, I do want to break through my plateau, but really, I’m all about the rewards. Give me a star sticker chart…and step away and watch me go, I’ll fill that sheet quicker that the Fonz says, “Heyyyyyyyyyy” or Flo says, “Kiss my grits” or Gary Coleman says, “Whatchu talking about Willis”….
My food journal (thanks to Jenn for the new blue journal!) now consists of exercise activity, morning weight, food and calories consumed. Want to know why I was in a plateau? Because I ate too many calories! Who woulda thunk, eating too many calories makes you not lose weight, huh? So, I’m telling you right now, I’m 3 ounces from a new diva suit. And since I’ve TMI’ed myself silly…you know how I could lose that quickly. Well, I shaved my legs and no dice this time!
So the bottom line is, “never say never”…right? No. Keep God, people and processes in their proper places to keep accountable and that’s what Lucy, no more denial, food journal and friends do.
I’ll let ya know when my new diva suit is mine…all mine! I can’t wait for that reward!
What about you? What rewards have you used and have to look forward to, to keep you chugging along?
Yeah!!! I cant wait to see the DIVA suit (although I can just look at Addie’s wardrobe and guess what yours may look like!) The journal is working for me too!!
Well if that just isn’t the truth…my little friend and I have been known to be sporting the same color scheme and duds…maybe I need to shop at the UA outlet…and get a yellow visor too!?!?! Hummmm……
Seriously though, thanks Jess, for running beside me…and I’m not just talking about at the crack of dawn on our ghetto-ifficly uneven pavement-ed sidewalks! You know how much I don’t like running or food journaling…but it just needs to be done to get to where I want to go. Thanks for “running the race” with me…it sure is a lot more fun sweating with bed head in the pitch dark, at 28 degree weather with you!
SO happy your idea of the journal is helping you too!
Can relate Step. I have a chocolate cookie everyday just about. A day isn’t a day without a cookie. I admire your efforts. I’m allergic to exercising.
Your “allergic to exercising” comment keeps making me chuckle Cheri!!! Thanks for making me smile today sister!