Five weeks ago, my wife and I decided to get rid of added sugar and processed carbohydrates. The initial few days sucked. The headaches were awful and I suffered a bout of insomnia that I won’t soon forget. But the results were just as impactful as we both lost weight.
The weight loss has slowed for both of us, as we expected. What I didn’t expect was to gain weight. I’ve played with how much I eat, when I eat, what I eat, and I just stay in this same three-pound range. My wife is still dropping overall, albeit slow.
So, what’s the point? The willpower it takes to stay on track in this situation is enormous. This is where I always fail because the willpower fades and I cave to my desire to eat all the pizza.
This time is a bit different because it isn’t just willpower. Five weeks of avoiding something makes it a way of life, a habit even. Plus, we are doing this together. We both have the desire to lose weight and be healthier. If I was doing this alone, I would have inhaled a trio of jelly donuts while planning the easiest way to get a loaf of Marconi bread.
This time is different because the craving is 100% mental. I have zero physical cravings at this point. I really don’t even want the scoop of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream that was a staple of my food fantasies for decades.
But when the scale is not moving in the right direction, my mental state takes a nose dive. The scale is BS and I know it. Why do I worry about that one metric so much? I can only say that it is the ONLY metric that seems to matter to most fat people and I’m no different.
I want to lose weight. The weight is an indicator of progress. How do I reconcile all of this?
Maybe, just maybe, the scale is a lagging indicator. Maybe my body is getting healthier on a metabolic level and the weight comes off a little later. I picture an avalanche of fat rumbling down the drain one day soon as my body realizes it has lost the fight.
I want to do this and my wife won’t let me fail. She listens as I threaten to unleash my voracious appetite on our unsuspecting kitchen. Then she just offers to make something new for us to try based on the lifestyle we have chosen. Yeah, if we weren’t in this together, I’d fail but we are, so time to push on…