Stacy’s post yesterday over at Paleo Parents struck a chord. She writes:
I just sat by as I let pounds creep back on. … I was over indulging in dense carbs and other highly palatable foods. I may or may not have developed a habit of visiting the local gluten-free bakery with the boys on a weekly basis after going to the farmer’s market.
… I’m friggin’ lost. I don’t know what I’m doing or why in the hell I’m doing it. I’d lost the ability to say no and stick up for my own health. I’m just not feeling my best, nor looking it. Because, duh, all of this stupidity has had me put on a few pounds.
… I went back to my original paleo commitment. No butter, heavy cream or “eh, cheese on my bunless burger is OK” mentality. And since I have successfully accomplished this feat … I’m ready to take on more.
And… once I publish it on this post there’s kind of no going back. Right?
My weight hasn’t changed since December, and it’s not because I’ve plateau’d. It’s because I’ve been yo-yoing like a crazy mo-fo since Christmas.
So I totally get the “gosh darn it I’m gonna post it to the world” accountability idea. I’ve actually done even crazier things (like locking my wallet in my desk at work over a long weekend).
I hope Stacy’s approach works for her. Me, I’ve become convinced that I can only find temporary success through these kinds of external carrots or sticks. For now, I’m looking elsewhere (like here, here and here).
I’m still optimistic (ref persistence) but I will definitely be happy when the year of the universe teaching me lessons is over!