In order to know when to tell the feast beast "No" there have to be some house rules (No peeing on the carpet you!)
Low Carb - I like how I feel when I'm eating a reasonable low carb diet. So, my goal is 50G of carbs a day
Reasonable Calories - I don't want this to be a "Eat all the cheese and bacon that you can" deal so calories are based on BMR and a goal of 1.5 lbs a week loss.
My inner dictator (we haven't talked about her much - she looks like this
yeah, she's a sexy bitch that's why I like her so much) wants this to be 2 or 3 lbs a week but we'll ignore her for now, she needs to learn to compromise more.
Now, the wild child is starting to get restless the feast beast is growling- I can hear her say, "But then we'll never get to have any fun!"
and so I'll add...
One meal a week is a 'free meal' calories still count but carbs are out the window (the rest of the day has to be under 50 G though) HOWEVER - the Calories over goal need to be earned w/excercise and Free meals are ONLY on the weekends.
I know that fun can be had without food - but food is a big part of our lives and it's silly and shortsighted to deny it until I can find reliable substitute - I'll know I've found it when the free meal isn't important any more.
then next objections start..."But what if there's cake! I want to taste the cake! Or, if we go out to dinner or or or..."
So there's to answers to that. Like take the cake home and save it for the weekend, but if you want to taste the cake then we'll allow that - here's the rule 50 'free' carbs a day. If you're good at math you'll see that the 'original' 50G + this 'free' 50G = 100G of carbs a day - totally in the healthy range for weight loss! And who's to say I'll need that free 50 every day!?
I'm doing another mental check right now and I have to say everyone's pretty quiet. The little dictator has stopped pacing around screaming "Ve must have orda" and the wild child and her beast sitting are quietly, not trusting me yet, but not growling or lashing out either.
Alrighty then -- let's talk about the last part of my psyche - The Blerch
I wish I could say he was something I invented, but he's the invention of "The Oatmeal"
The Blerch is that voice that keeps you from exercising. He says things like "Let's sleep in again today. I'm sure you earned it somehow". He's the one who tells me to slow down, to walk, to quit.. to not start exercising at all! (you can see more about The Blerch and the book about him here: http://theoatmeal.com/blog/blerch_book
I know he's different from the wild child and the dictator. The wild child loves running and picking up heavy things. The dictator wants to be strong and swift and dangerous. So how is it, that it's two (three) against one and The Blerch continue to win? I think it's because The Blerch represents inertia and inertia is a hard thing to over come.
Initial searches on inertia brings up things like "Exercise resistance" and dealing with thoughts and feelings. To that the Dictator starts lashing her whip and muttering "Did that hurt your widdle feelings? just fucking do it!" the wild child starts whimpering in the corner and feast beast starts gnashing his teeth and telling me I need a doughnut. Hmm is that why The Blerch always wins? He tells them all to just sit here on this comfy couch, watch TV and he'll go grab some popcorn.
I tell them all to "Shut Up!" and I keep reading. No, I haven't found the answer yet, but let's tackle one thing at a time right now. Maybe as I clear the struggle with food from my brain a solution to the Blerch will start to raise it's head as well.
Oh and I'm going to bury here at the bottom of this post the fact that -- I now weigh 262 lbs -- that's Biggest Loser candidate weight right there. It's way past time for a change.
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