Like most people, I really struggled throughout the holidays with making good choices on a daily basis. A friend of mine's husband recently expressed his disgust with women using the "holiday weight gain excuse". Because it's only three days, and three meals won't make you fat. Noted. However, he is what we might call wrong. The holidays aren't just three meals, they are a season full of in-your-face cookies, pies, cakes, comfort foods, homemade breads, candy, ham, brunches, parties, butter-on-everything-imaginable, fried anything, and delicious drinks. Not to mention the theory that our bodies continually go back to the hunter-gatherer roots of our ancestors and tend to store extra calories in the winter time. Dear body: get with the program, I have heat -- and unsightly furry jammies. Cool it with the cave woman crap.
On top of all of the available food, throw in a few doses of holiday-induced financial stress, stress of family gatherings, stress of an active toddler with cabin fever, stress of constant travel, and the stress of trying to find the perfect gift for each person who already has everything they need anyway! If you are an emotional eater (like moi), winter is hard on the waistline.
Prior to the holidays, I was honestly rocking the healthy lifestyle. I was healthier and stronger than I have ever been. Proper portion sizes? Nailed it. No white flour or potatoes? No problem! More greens? You betcha! Lean protein? Don't mind if I do. Water? I won't rest until I've had my 100 ounces today.
|August 2012 - 160 pounds|
I could go into specific buttery, chocolaty details of the entire season, but basically, I continued to suck at healthy eating until the end of January. Portion sizes? Let's get the big plate tonight. White flour? Maybe just this once. Greens? I'd prefer some Wheat Thins instead. Water? How about some Diet Pepsi? What was even suckier than the way I was feeling about myself was how quickly I found myself relapsing into my addiction to sugar, white flour, artificial sweeteners, and caffeine. My skin began to look murky and my workouts began to suffer. Big time. My stamina was down the drain, and each day I woke up looking forward to an afternoon nap. My stomach was getting poochier by the day. I felt disgusting.
And, the truth is, I wasn't even close eating as poorly as "old me" had. The scary part was that I wasn't even close to hitting rock bottom, I had a long way to go. But I was heading there at nearly the speed of light.
It's funny how quickly you begin to make excuses for a few extra inches of pudge or a few extra pounds on the scale. My hormones must be messed up. That new scale at the gym just can't be calibrated properly. I am eating fine, I am only having one cheat meal... a day. I kind of needed someone to slap me. And a ten pound weight gain did just that. I know it's not all about the scale -- there was also an expanding midsection to wake me up.
|February 2013 - 170 pounds|
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