Why is it that when you’re dieting, all foods, even those you wouldn’t usually pick off a menu, appear ridiculously appealing? I’m currently watching the cookery channel and practically salivating over the idea of sprouts. I hate sprouts???!
This week saw myself and two friends (Laura and Gaga) returning to Fat Club. Whilst I was secretly rather pleased that I’d only put on 2lbs over Christmas, getting on the scales was still a rather traumatic experience. I always have this fear that when I step on the scales, rather than a weight, they’ll simply flash up with “One at a time please” or worse, they’ll just display that digital message “Errrrr”, which would essentially mean the scales were telling me that my arse had got so enormous they were now point blank refusing to tell me my weight for fear of me taking my own life, and perhaps the lives of some of the other members who’d been lucky enough to reach goal, in some kind of bitter jealous rage.
All three of us have our own personal goals, and we’re all determined to achieve them. For the first time ever I have set myself a deadline for when I want to reach my goal. I’ve never done this before, because secretly I don’t think I’ve ever felt I could achieve them. With the big three-oh approaching this time next year, I’ve decided I’ve got to have reached goal by then, and I’ve also established that it’s more than do-able, so definitely not an unrealistic target.
Interestingly though, going to Fat Club with two good friends is already making the world of difference to me from a motivational aspect. Now some would assume that there would be a form of competition between us, along the lines of who can get to goal first etc. The fact is, none of us have really discussed how much we weighed in at, or how much we want to lose. Given that we’re all varying weights, and are losing it for very different reasons, competition isn’t what’s motivating us. In fact, it seems it’s a mutual contempt for dieting that’s drawing us all together!
The last few days have seen us texting each other with tips on how to make it “not feel too much like a diet”, as well as complaints to each other about how hungry we feel, or how much eating the staple diet of your average house rabbit, sucks big time. It’s easy to become a diet bore when you embark on a new eating regime. People around you tend to get bored of listening to you harp on about not being able to eat nice things like cheese and cake and chocolate. They’re supportive at first, but the more you hate your diet, the more they wish you weren’t on one so they wouldn’t have to listen to your moaning. This is where your fellow dieters come in useful. If you don’t have them, then eventually your non dieting friends will tempt you to break your self imposed rules. They’ll practically shove goodies down your neck in order to stop your incessant whinging! Your diet buddies however will join in with the moaning, and complaining. This allows you to bitch about how unfair it is, refocus and carry on without spoiling all of your hard work.
Now obviously the biggest motivation comes from seeing results on the scales. We all have certain rituals for weigh in day. Myself, I always ensure I’m not wearing jeans for weigh in. (They can add as much a 1lb dontcha know!) In fact I’ll opt for a light cotton summer dress in the depths of winter if I think it’ll help me shift that ½ lb that I need in order to get my next half stone award sticker. (Yes, it’s true...even at 29 years old I’m still excited by getting gold stars for my achievements!) Gaga...well she’ll pretty much remove everything – bangles, tiny stud earrings, cardigans, hair grips...her underwired bra...(!!) If she could step on the scales completely in the buff I think she probably would! Other people drink wine the night before weigh in to make sure they’re good and dehydrated, and thus not retaining ANY fluids which could add to their overall weights, and I think any dieter will admit, that they’ll ensure they’ve gone for a tinkle immediately before weigh in (usually as soon as they reach the church hall the meeting is held at) in order to ensure any saliva they may have accidentally swallowed in the five minute journey from their house to the meeting is pee’d out literally seconds before “crunch time” on the scales. Well...you just never know – could be the difference between a loss or staying the same!!
Either way, with all of the rituals, and feelings of deprivation, I am cheered by my fellow diet buddies. I have a little support network I can rely on to slap me hard around the face if I’m tempted to indulge in a Krispy Kreme, and a constant reminder of why I’m being good. Given that I’m also part of their support network, I’m also motivating myself every time I offer them advice, or cheer them on, so it’s like a double motivator. I feel 100% confident that we’ll all reach our personal goals, and when we do, I think we’ll all be able to feel rather smug about it! Right, well if you’ll excuse me I have some zero point dust to go munch on...Dust? No? Dust?...Dust? No?...Dust?
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