A few days ago, a friend told me that this whole weight loss thing is …”all a dance.” I thought about what she’d said, and by George I think she’s got it! Weight loss IS a dance. Sometimes you salsa and sometimes you waltz. And sometimes you simply stand still.
I was doing great for a few weeks. I ate the right things, I maintained portion control, and I was committed. Then I got an e-mail saying the Pillsbury Bake-Off was open to entries again. WHAT?! I panicked. I thought I had a few more months before the contest was open. I thought I had weeks before I’d be racing to the grocery store, trying to invent THE recipe that could maybe, hopefully, please-oh-please-let-it-be-me, grand prize of $1million. No such luck. It wasn’t a message sent in error. The contest was indeed open.
And I caved.
I baked.
I sampled.
I now refuse to step on the scale.
Okay that last part is a lie. I did step on the scale. Yes, my weight is up—about 4 pounds. Yes, I’m devastated. Yes, I called myself all sorts of non-productive names. Yes, I vowed to eat nothing but boiled eggs or celery sticks for the rest of my life.
And yes, I’m now starting…again. But you know what? This is my dance. It’s not your dance or my neighbor’s dance or my best friend’s dance. It’s my dance. And my dance needs to go at its own pace. Sure, someone else may do the diet rumba, but perhaps I’m more of a tango, back and forth a few times before I find my direction.
Perhaps I’m full of bologna and just need to get back on track with a vengeance. Either way, this dance is continuing and I’ll keep you posted.
I hope you’ll participate in the Diary of an Overweight Mom forum with me. Tell us your story, pop in for a chat, or just read the posts to realize you aren’t alone in your quest for a healthier you…and your skinny jeans.