Saturday morning (before breakfast) is the end of my food week, the culmination or result of a week of work. Controlling my weight does take work and discipline. It does not take deprivation or suffering. Otherwise I couldn’t do it. Anyway, I weigh myself Saturday morning before breakfast.
There is a little pressure to make sure Saturday turns out well. I am careful not to overeat Thursday and Friday. Not that it matters, I work on portion control throughout the week. But I have found my body does have short term reactions to a bad diet day late in the week – before weighing.
Last weekend I had a bad couple of diet days. I have been predicting it would take me a week just to recover! My previous low weight was 217 pounds.
…and my current weight is 217.4. That’s pretty much the same as two weeks ago and I haven’t lost any weight in two weeks. That’s the price of bad diet days! Anyway, I didn’t take a picture since it’s not a triumph. But neither is it worse than expected. I have still lost a lot of weight starting almost two years ago:
A perfect week
Next week I have a chance to have a good week. Every week I get that chance. While nobody keeps their discipline all the time, I have had a pretty good record of keeping going. How is that done?
Willpower!
Ha, ha, ha. The Doctor has no willpower. I think of willpower as the application of force. You are forcing yourself to do things you don’t want to do. That’s sometimes because you are seeing the world in a bad or non productive way. I decided I needed to change, to see my body as something under my control, something I should be in charge of. How it looks is partly up to me.
And that brought me to an important question. What did I get out of eating food? Clearly I was eating way too much, though I wasn’t keeping a food journal at that time and had no idea just how much I was eating. If I was eating more than I should, why was I doing that?
My answer was I had created a link in my mind between eating, pleasure, and comfort. The reason I was eating was shallow and unworthy: I associated eating food with being comfortably full and with enjoying the taste. The more I ate, the more comfortable I was and the greater the pleasure from tasting. But that wasn’t true, it was just a decision I had made. You can change your mind about that. What is a better goal for eating than comfort and pleasure? I would try physical need, and a higher order of pleasure.
For now, have a good diet week.
-The Doctor