My life is beginning to sound like a storybook. More correctly, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”–which just happens to be my son’s favorite book right now. If you don’t know this book, it’s all about Alexander who is having, well, a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My kid is obsessed with this book. We read it at least three times a day and always before bed. Needless to say, it’s quite engrained in my brain.
I got on the scale on Saturday and had gained FOUR POUNDS in one week. Terrible
On Monday I balanced my bank book only to realize that I had $61 for two weeks and a $274 preschool payment due. Horrible
I have a three-year-old boy who acts like a three-year-old boy. No Good
I have a usually wonderful husband but one who seems to be never satisfied with his life, thinks that he has it harder than anyone else, etc. Very Bad
I was talking about all this to my psychiatrist, otherwise known as mom, and went on a tear about all the problems in my life: We have no money, I can’t lose weight, I hate my job, my husband complains too much (yes, I see the irony in complaining about someone else complaining), my kid is hard to take care of, we need a new computer, we want to go visit family in Morocco, blah, blah, blah. As I was talking, I was struck by the similarities between me and Alexander and realized how ridiculous I must sound. Yes, I have all these complaints, but let’s face it, while they may be legitimate problems to me, they pale in comparison to many other things. But what my mom pointed out was that of these problems, there is one that I can control. While I’d honestly rather it be the money issue, the one thing here that I can take control of is my weight.
But OH MY GOD, how many times have I said this before? I feel like I am running in circles. Well, I guess not running because then the weight would be coming off. So maybe driving in circles. Either way, I’m back to being stuck. I had been doing great. I was exercising four or five times a week and tracking everything that went into my mouth, which to no surprise meant losing weight. Then I went on vacation and slacked off for a couple of days. Then I was sick for more a week and I got tricked into thinking I had lost weight because I hadn’t eaten anything. Of course, as soon as I was better and eating, I was up on the scale. Then it was hot. Then I was tired. And now I’m back to being Alexander.
I really don’t know how to get out of this. Do I know what I have to do? Of course. Eat right and exercise. But if it was that easy, we wouldn’t be a country of fatties and there would be no such thing as Weight Watchers or even dieting for that matter. In the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you that I’m writing this after spending $8 at the kabob food truck. My skirt is so tight it’s giving me a stomach ache and I’m mad at myself for buying lunch when I had brought something that just didn’t seem as appealing.
So how do you go from knowing what to do to actually doing it? Seriously. I’m asking. How do you get out of a slump?