Weight loss is hard.

April 6, 2009 - 1:45 AM

Why?! I am a good person. Doesn't that count for anything? No. Not really.

Weight loss might just be the one of the few things in life that are really fair. Now bare with me. Fair in the sense that life is fair in its own terrible way.

Metabolisms are often unchangeable and cause a lot of distress to those of us who are in peril because of our molasses-like metabolisms. I suppose that it is not fair that some of us are born with great metabolisms and some of us aren't.

Beyond that, however, weight loss continues to teach me wonderful things about accountability. When I choose to eat poorly, my body bloats, and I feel miserable until I eat Jenny Craig for two or three consecutive days. But when I do watch what I consume for a few days. POOF! I am energized, confident, and see smooth sailing ahead.

But of course, staying on track is never that easy. When this weekend started, I felt pretty amazing. I was at a comfortably light weight because I had been diligently minding my p(astrie)s and q(uiche)s. Now, however, my arms feel like pale, uncooked sausages. Maybe they don't look like it, but I can feel the difference, and that is what matters.

Thus, weight loss makes sense. It is hard, but it is fair. My body will not be thin just by luck, and when I am a fatty-kins, it is because I made choices that created that result. Although I consider myself a relatively intelligent person, I am still making silly deals with the calorie-gods on a daily basis, trying to eat half-healthily and get away with it.

Not happening.

My body won't compromise. And that means that I need to learn to respect its position on the matter, and be more mature about my dealings with weight loss. If I want results, I MUST create them. And I know what to do. I have done it before, and I can do it again.

My excuses:

Social eating ruins me.

I have homework.

I am at a healthy weight (but really I would like to be at a smaller healthy weight).

And so on forever.

I'll keep you posted.