Some of them are such "revolutionary miracles" they make me squint. Eat only as many bubbles as I want, and only between the hours of 3:41 and 4:03 am? Walk briskly to the end of the rainbow and fill up on one handful of delicious plain kale and one egg white 8 times a day? Sure! Sign me up for THAT magic pill!
The "diet" I thought of this morning wasn't quite as unicorns and fairy dust, but I'm suspicious of anything other than "eat real food in moderation and work your body." The Shangri-La, I think it was? It had something to do with drinking a tablespoon of oil three times a day, and the empty calories would supposedly trick your body into lava-scorching-everything-in-i
ts-path calorie burn mode. Here's what made me think of it though: the author asserted that bodies have a "set point" which they will naturally try to maintain with hunger and cravings. He argued that our stasis point can be adjusted with long-term effort, and while I don't think I'll be gulping straight walnut oil anytime soon, the set point philosophy stuck with me.
Bodies come in all shapes and sizes, and there are a lot of people on all sides of the spectrum who don't put a whole lot of thought into it. You know those people who "eat whatever they want and never gain weight"? Anecdotally, at least, some people have a biochemistry that allows for all manner of intake that I would pay dearly for. I'm not really sure that's a thing. I've also known some naturally thin people to have very serious cholesterol problems and heart disease, while my labs are all squarely in the healthy range. The idea of a set weight point seems to be my story. Other than pregnancy gains, I don't seem to get much heavier than 215-220 before my discomfort adjusts my cravings and I start reaching for lighter fare without any conscious thought about losing weight. What triggered THAT thought this morning was a look back at my previous Spark activity.
My last blog entry was so reasonable, wasn't it? I still believe all of those things. Those are all the same goals and commitments I have now, and yet I was 20 lbs lighter then. It was just 19 months ago.
I'm not beating myself up too badly, though. I rarely do. Guilt is not and has never been an effective motivator for me. Ask my ex-husband ;)
It's been a big year! The weekend I alluded to in the last entry was the moment I found out that my long-time best friend was also my partner. The months after that, I was commuting 8 hours one way to see him once a month. I moved in with him nearly a year ago. The fitness routines that I was just starting to fall into got lost in moving and long-distance co-parenting and step-kids and new job and new puppy and new city and new restaurants and partnership and I'm not sorry.
But I'm back. I've wrapped my head and my time around all that change and find myself again antsy to move and eat well and feel strong. And I'm going back to Colorado for a weekend in 7 and one half weeks and I want all these great changes in my life to look good on me ;)