200g down overnight. Hurrah.
However, after yesterday’s weight loss milestones, and mild accompanying euphoria for a few hours, I hit the biggest emotional low so far last night. I was overtaken by a sense of ‘I have so far to go and I’m not sure I can do this’, followed by a lot of self-chastising about how on earth I had left myself get so big in the first place. None of them were positive thoughts and none of them celebrated the day’s achievements, only an inner voice telling me that I’m going to fail at this. ‘As I always do.’ ‘You have no willpower or real desire to change; you like pasta too much. So you’re destined to be fat’. And so on. I was supposed to be going on a blind date today with a lovely-sounding man and I cancelled it yesterday because the old feelings of ‘I’m fat and going to be automatically rejected’ kicked in. I don’t see my good points and what I have to offer in these moments.
The good news is that, for once, I didn’t order a pizza (or two). I stuck rigidly to the plan. Taking every day – every hour if necessary – as it comes. Starting to realise how much of this journey will be about winning an emotional battle (believing in myself and being patient) as opposed to a physical one (i.e. true hunger). I think another danger is about expectation: all dieters want major results now and the BSD gives you such momentum at the beginning that when the weight loss slows down it’s pretty gutting! 200g off overnight is an achievement but part of me today is like ‘I ate 700 cals and 35g carbs yesterday, it should be more dammit!’ – completely ignoring the fact that a) the body is not a machine and can be inconsistent b) weight loss always slows down after the first week and c) a loss is a loss. However I have sense of mild panic already setting in as my head has immediately reacted with “if this 200g daily loss continues then that’s only a kilo loss every five days and that’s going to take you at least another 27 weeks of eating like this to get to where you want to be’. The other side of my brain rationally knows that a kilo every five days would be AMAZING and more than I ever lost with WW or SW. It’s also a healthy rate. But I want it faster. I need it now. I’m already stressing about getting saggy skin, even though I am months away from probably anything like that kicking in and a slower weight loss will mitigate against it somewhat. And I’m still viewing this as a temporary diet not a forever lifestyle change – another danger area….
A LOT of overthinking going on in this brain as you can see…
I see the theme of weight loss slow-down is starting to pop up on this thread. If our heads are not in the right space it is easy to think ‘I’m starving myself and for what?’ and then give up. The long view is going to be critical. For me anyway. I am so desperate to be slim – something I have never really known in my adult life – but heading into week 3 I am swinging between ‘why aren’t I thin yet’ and not believing that I can do it this time.
So today I plough on. A bit emotionally shaky and reflective but dealing with it. And sticking to the programme. Long view, long view, long view but have also decided to only focus on mini-goals of 7lbs loss at a time to take my focus off the overwhelming amount of weight I want to lose. It’s hard not to be so tough on yourself when it’s all you have ever known. You have to actually consciously challenge your thought patterns. I keep reminding myself that this strategy of self-criticism hasn’t exactly worked for me so far – in fact it’s sent me into the biscuit tin – so it’s time to change the record.
Journal entry over – thank you for listening!