Sisyphean Effort
25 November 2007Well, I’ve just about regained every single pound I lost during 2006. So it’s time to yet again start climbing the mountain and try the big depressing deprivation-filled weight loss project.
What with my current depressed mood and the onset of holiday treats, I’m not even gonna try to worry about my food choices right now. My first steps are simple ones:
1. No food for the last two hours before I go to bed. Supposedly this helps your metabolism.
2. I’m going to try and limit alcohol consumption. Again, what with the holidays, it’d be setting myself up for failure to ask myself never to have a glass of wine or champagne. But I’m going to limit the number of times I say yes—whether that means saying no at some event, or just having a single glass at an event and no more. (Perhaps both those approaches.)
3. By gum, I am going to find the time to exercise. I’m not even predicting how many days per week I’ll manage it. But I did it today. For all of 20 minutes before I ran out of gas. (I am so frustratingly out of shape.) But it’s a start. Maybe next time I’ll manage 22.
Here’s hoping the first steps do some good. ‘Cos I am unspeakable unhappy and disgusted with myself and my body. So disgusted, in fact, that it hardly seems worth trying. And I’m going to have to work really hard not to give in to that sense of fatalism.
