I think it’s safe to say I’m in a rut. I’ve been gaining and losing and gaining the same five pounds for well over a year now. Hrmph.
There are a lot of contributing factors, but I believe they can be largely boiled down to two issues. First, I think I’ve lost perspective. And I don’t mean that as in “I’ve lost motivation.” Actually, I’ve been more motivated than I’ve ever been. But I think I’ve forgotten that, motivation, for me, has never been a good predictor of success in weight loss.
When I started to really lose weight a couple of years ago, all bets were off. I didn’t have an “I CAN DO THIS!” mindset of steely conviction or stubborn resolve. I worked very hard, actually, to have no expectations, except that 1) this would be hard; 2) to remember that it would be hard, and it would be ok to experience difficulty and to struggle with it, and 3) to give myself permission to try, to fail, to learn, and to try again. I didn’t have an expectation, really, of losing a set amount of weight (though I know what I wanted to weigh.) My goal was basically to eat within my calorie budget and meet my running goals, use the scale to figure out if I was heading in the right direction, and tweak as necessary. I am not the person who can set a goal to lose 2 lbs - I focus on it, I lose the weight, usually by some cycle of reward/deprive, and then I lose motivation and hey look! There’re those two pounds again!
A very long time ago, when I was part of the WeightWatchers online program, I read an article that said that the most successful gardeners were not the ones who simply planted seeds and watched them grow, but those who took joy in the process of weeding, watering, fertilizing, etc. etc. In my experience, anyway, gaining a healthy lifestyle seems to be pretty similar. The goals of losing weight and becoming more fit are long-term. They defy instant gratification, so you have to find another reason to keep going that’s embedded in the process itself. I fell in love with running, for instance, not because it’s a great cardio workout, or because a three-mile run tomorrow will shave off 30 seconds of my 5k time (it won’t), or if I run five times a week it helps me lose weight (it actually doesn’t do as much of that as you’d think.) I run because I love being out in the fresh air and sunshine with my dog out in the world. I love the feeling of taking myself to places I’d usually get with my car under the power of my own two feet. I love exploring and expanding my sense of place. I have to find that same kind of satisfaction in eating well, now, too.
Secondly, and relatedly, I’ve neglected why I gravitated toward this relationship with food in the first place, and it shows. I feel like I should be a pro at weight loss and managing my relationship to food by now. But that’s silliness, at best, and at worst, it reflects a lack of respect for the sheer magnitude of the challenge at hand. In running terms, it strikes me as a bit like deciding I can run a marathon tomorrow without any training because I ran one two years ago. I’m in a new body. I’ve taken a very ambitious new role at work that’s rewarding but also requiring more time and energy than ever before, putting new demands on my family, friends, social life and my ability to prepare nutritious food for the week. Those old habits, ingrained behaviors - eating for comfort, not for hunger; eating for satisfaction rather than for satiety - serve a purpose, albeit not the purpose I’d like, and pop up at exactly the times when I’m most stressed and tired.and pressed for time. I will probably always live with that, for the rest of my life, so I need to hone my strategy for dealing with it.
It may well be that my relationship with food is a challenge so formidable that it really requires breaking it down into two strategies: one, learning to enjoy eating well and in moderation again, and two, learning to enjoy figuring out what makes my emotional eating patterns tick. I think of this as my journey (I KNOW it’s a hackneyed term but I can’t think of another), phase II. A grandiose, profound, inspiring journey it will not be. It will be hard, that it will be defined by far more trial and error than success, and that I will struggle with it. But I will learn even more about myself, and I will become a wiser, stronger, more adaptable person than when I started. And maybe that’s the satisfaction in the process that I need to keep going.