The other day I had a kind of epiphany – one of those things that you realise are blindingly obvious but you need that bang over the head to actually realise. It struck me that that pursing a weight loss goal for the sake of losing weight is worthless; the real goal should be to be happy.
I don’t know about other people, but I’ve found the best way to break a bad habit is not to TRY to break the habit but to focus on other things. I’ve definitely noticed this with weight loss – at times in my life I’ve gone through mountains of ‘I must lose weight’ angst, making plans for a whole diet regime that lasts until morning tea time (with the subsequent guilt and self-loathing). At other times, losing weight has been the last thing on my mind; I’ve been caught up in a fury of projects and plans. That’s when I lose weight.
Of course, any long term goal needs planning and organisation but I think what works is not focusing on the behaviour you want to change but rather on the good, the things that make you happy.
When I’m happy, I don’t need to constanly eat. I don’t need to think about food. I don’t need to obsess.
I’ve been reading a lot about the relationship between stress/tiredness and weight. I think that’s where my problems lie. It’s not the neenish tarts – no way. Well maybe the stress and tiredness make the neenish tarts look more enticing (maybe…)
I don’t need to eat better to lose weight, I need to eat better to be happy. I don’t need to exercise to lose weight, I need to exercise to feel good. (I’ve actually noticed this after a few weeks of no cardio. As soon as I started doing some good, sweaty exercise my mood improved by 100%). The end product isn’t a number on the scales, it’s a happier me.