It’s taken four weeks+ to lose what, I promise, would sail right back on in two days, if I listened to the kitchen sirens, and resumed grazing in the chip basket, or candy jar. (I write from experience.) Hence, changing course, (for today) I have managed to shed five pounds, albeit more slowly than some diet plans tell me I would if followed them.
Well, first, I am simply not exercising enough to burn the calories of all I love to eat. Nor, [realistically] will I. But I am consciously hauling my bones around a bit more.
Second, I am eating real food, reading labels for amount of protein, carbohydrates, and fiber. This includes fruits like tomatoes, apples, and oranges. I even eat half a banana for a snack. But, I am resisting baked potatoes and basmati rice; heretofore, a quick way to make dull dinner look interesting.
Starch and butter; what’s not to like?
Third, I read yet another article on maturity and increasing mass, not to mention density. If this article is right, slim and svelte is the name of a horse that left the barn a long, long time ago!
*Losing muscle mass, (beginning at age thirty)
*Hitting “the change,”
*Resisting exercise, and
Each is why modest weight loss can take me four weeks. Combined with a love of most things edible, they are some of the reasons why lost pounds have always found their way “home,” in just two days! (Weight Management and Maturity )
But today I still have a pulse, and some navigation skills, away from the junk I love.
Here’s a dumber reason weight loss is slow, and regaining is too easy: the a memory of a few voices, saying, Well, you are just large-boned . . .
You see, when I was ten, I was close to five foot five, my family worried I would be taller than my brother who was headed to six feet. There had to some reason I was so much bigger than dainty family and friends.
The voice that still whispers loud enough to unsettle me is, Go ahead, indulge, you deserve this. . . after all, YOU HAVE A LARGE FRAME. 🙁
Old voices, half truths, and unwise advice still sing in the golden years; new tunes old choruses. They still unsettle.
Howsomeever, I also have a purpose today – So, I am gonna indulge a little selective hearing, tune out the static, and listen for a friendlier voice.
This one reminds me of unfailing love and acceptance that that has nothing to do with my size, shape, or willpower. (Jeremiah 31:3)
May I offer links to Alistair Begg’s take on Psalm 31? They remind me today, I can make a better choice about more than food. Enjoy: Part One & Part Two
Thanks for reading – and bearing with me. If you are refreshing your approach to old strongholds, I welcome your suggestions.