I might have mentioned recently that I am trying to lose weight. This is a game I’ve been playing with myself for about 25 years. I put on the weight while in grad school part-time, raising a family, and working full-time. How I found time to eat, I no longer remember, but that’s when the pounds began piling on.
I read in the NY Times Science section recently that once fat cells are added, we can never lost them. If we lose weight, they will shrink in size. But they are ready to spring right back to full-blown size if we start gaining again.
I found that to be depressing news. I also appreciated the honesty of the article because it explains why losing weight can be such a yo-yo experience. The potential for resuming our highest weight is always there…lurking. That information took off some of the onus on me. But it doesn’t change the fact that I need to be at a healthier weight.
This morning I had a flash of insight. I need to start focusing on the rewards of weight loss. The first few I thought of were:
I will no longer have to despise seeing photos with me in them
I can get some new clothes (even though I have a closetful left over from teaching)
My back will probably not bother me as much
I will be less prone to a recurrence of cancer (since cancer “loves” sugar)
Maybe I won’t have to continue wearing bathing suits made to hide fat deposits
This will be a change in attitude for me if I can pull it off. I tend to think of losing weight as a struggle. I could never get on board with the “lifestyle change” being pushed by Weight Watchers even though I know there’s truth in it.
I just have to find my own way through this. I’m hoping my motivation approach will help. Tonight I get back on the scale. Wish me well!