I’m not the biggest fan of Ole’ Man Winter! The sun has gone into hiding and the beauty of the Ozarks has faded into death. The foliage that makes our landscape so beautiful has died and the bitter cold of Winter reminds us how fragile our bodies truly are. My body struggles through the cold death of Winter. The warmth and rejuvenating power of the sun is such a powerful force in my life. When Winter comes, the sun retreats and bleak, gray days lead to the wintertime blues. Thank God for the next couple weeks of Christmas lights. These cheery bulbs of color always seem to delay the full impact of Winter from hitting until after they have been stored away for another year. However, the dead trees and cloudy days serve as warning signs along the road as we head quickly towards January
It’s funny that this time of the year is concurrent with the 90 day mark in our weight loss journey. The past 90 days have been filled with excitement as each pound disappeared and the onslaught of compliments made it exciting to go out in public. During the first month or so, I could post progress photos on Facebook and be met with an overwhelming response of support. Now, it seems, that this support has changed or evolved in some way. The annoucement of another 10 pounds lost or a picture of the latest clothing size change seems to have become the normal and the response, though positive, is less dramatic than it was in those first few days. Yes, my world is changing everyday and the excitment of those changes is still very real and raw for me, but maybe others have other things that take their attention. This is not to sound like I feel like I’ve been abandoned. No, I know everyone is still out there. However, the weight loss is no longer shocking and the new lifestyles is more of a normal or expected thing.
Have you seen the movie, Elf? I know… Will Farrell… however, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to draw on that movie to represent how I feel. The big point of conflict in the movie is that Santa becomes unable to fly his sleigh as the belief (support) of people lowered too far and there wasn’t enough Christmas Spirit to fly his sleigh. Likewise, for me, as the unexpected becomes the norm and we continue to hold true to our lifestyle change, the expressions of support have significantly decreased and the level of temptation has increased.
I didn’t start this journey for attention, but I’m finding this train moved fantastically well off the steam produced by the support I was getting, but now it seems that I am having to supplement that support with my own willpower and determination. I’ve had several days this past two weeks in which broccoli didn’t sound appetizing and the temptation to pick up something on the way home was almost too strong to resist. I think this is called: The Maintenance Phase.
Maintenance is “the act of maintaining.” Wait! I thought we couldn’t use the root word to define a word? Well, “maintain” is defined as preserving from failure or decline.* Yep, that sounds about right! My wife and I are officially in the maintenance phase of this race. The overwhelming cheers of supporters may be behind us now, but the time has come for us to find our pace and ride this out if we want to be successful in this endeavor. If we don’t, we’re not going to reach the finish line.
I’ve had a few of you request that I talk about avoiding temptation. I still have temptation and I still give in. However, my allowances are very planned and controlled. Initially, this was done through the use of a cheat meal. Throughout the week, my wife and I would talk about and plan what we would like to include in our cheat meal. Now, we have learned a variety of methods that allow us to stay within our calorie expectations, but color outside the lines with moderation. This makes the act of healthy eating a choice rather than a punishment or restriction.
Lastly, making this change has followed a line of thinking that got me to quit smoking. One day, while enjoying a smoke, I wondered to myself if I would purchase 20 small vials of poison from gas station solely because they would temporarily make me feel emotional pleasure and taste good despite the fact that they would kill me. The answer was simple. Similarly, with food, would I pay $2.00 to a vendor at the market for something that looked like food and tasted like food or would I pay $3.00 to a vendor at the market for actual, real food? Eating what I eat has become a pursuit of health by way of eating real foods that I know my body can use and process. Nowadays, those unhealthy foods feel a lot like those vials of poison. They may taste good, but too much of that stuff is gonna kill you.
For now, though, it’s back to taking my life back…
- September 11, 2016: 450+pounds
- Today: 387.4 pounds
- Total loss: 62.6 pounds (23.4% of my total excess body weight)
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*”Maintain.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 10 Dec. 2016.