1.
Participating in exercise classes. You will inevitably work harder than you
would’ve on your own because of the pumping music, trained instructor, and
camaraderie of the environment. I found that I especially love Zumba; I’d go
even if I weren’t trying to lose weight. If there’s no class, I try to make a
workout date with my friend M. That way, I’m less likely to back out or quit
early. Plus, we can chat while we treadmill it up. And M is even more
motivating than my iPod because we hold each other accountable to the same
plan—the same increases and decreases in speed and grade at the same intervals.
2.
Investing in music. On days that I can’t get to the gym, I’m much
likelier to take a walk or go for a jog if I have music I want to listen to.
Plus, I have some playlists set up that push me hard and then let me rest for a
few strides, so the tempo of the songs forces me to do interval training
without me really having to think about it when I’m on the track.
3.
Brushing my teeth. My kryptonite is desserts and sodas. I’ve
learned, however, that if I brush my teeth when a sweet craving hits, I won’t
hit the Oreo cabinet. If I did, they wouldn’t taste right. The sodas,
however…I’ll let you know when I get that habit kicked. Which might never
happen. Sweet Moses, I love soda.
4.
Buying flavored coffee. I am at a slight advantage in the coffee
department because 1) I don’t like coffee drinks, like cappuccinos and sweet lattes,
and 2) I don’t take sugar in my coffee. So specialty coffees are a workable
substitute for dessert: they’re calorie-free (except for my nondairy creamer),
and they have the flavor twist of chocolate-raspberry truffle, vanilla
biscotti, cinnamon hazelnut, and so on. Delicious and cozy.
5.
Following Weight Watchers. I love this plan. It helps me with portion
control, doesn’t force me to eat anything I don’t want, and is 100%
customizable to my preferences and needs. I never feel deprived or hungry or
stuffed to the brim with vegetables.
6.
Cutting myself some slack. I started losing weight in August 2010. I
lost 70 pounds in one year. Last September, life became really tough, and I
simply couldn’t focus on weight loss. So I took five months off. I exercised
some, watched what I ate some, and maintained my new weight within five to ten
pounds. In March some of my stress cleared, so I refocused on weight loss. I’m
nearly at my August 2011 weight again, and I have no reason to stop there.
Instead of berating myself for the weight-loss vacation, I’m proud that I was
able to keep from gaining much. That is unlike the old Amie. But I have learned
to cut myself slack in other ways. For example, if I’m in an exercise class
that causes me to work so hard I get nauseated, then I slow down. I don’t get
frustrated or embarrassed. If I need a weight-loss free day, I take one. The
journey through the last 30 pounds might take longer than I’d like, but that’s
okay. The harder I work to get it off, the less likely I will be to put it back
on.
7.
Buying higher heels and smaller-sized clothes that
I love. After a 70-pound loss,
I discovered how sexy I feel in high heels. So now I own a few that I acquired
over several months from the discount shoe store. I feel confident when I look
in the mirror and see the sculpted calves and lifted derrière that the heels
bring out. And little is more motivating than getting a clearance-rack top at
Kohl’s for $5 that makes me feel skinny. Buying a cheap something that’s one
size down and then fitting into it in a few weeks breeds success quickly.
8.
Reading Women, Food, and God by
Geneen Roth. It’s impossible to laud this book enough. Roth is spot-on when
it comes to explaining the mental processes and frustrations of chronic
dieting. I literally sat amazed, devouring some of the chapters at lightning
speed and thinking, How does she know
stuff I’ve never let out of my brain?! I highly recommend the book for
anyone who’s frustrated with his/her eating habits, particularly if your habits
include obsessive dieting or (like mine) emotional eating. NOTE: The book has almost
nothing to do with God, and its revelations are certainly not gynocentric in
nature.
9.
Finding light but delicious versions of my
favorite foods. Hungry Girl
(http://www.hungry-girl.com) is an excellent resource for stuff like this. My
roommate and I absolutely love her low-cal brownies, and they’re so simple to
make. Open a can of pumpkin, pour the whole thing into a package of devil’s
food cake mix, stir, and scoop into muffin cups. Bake at 350o for
however long the package suggests, and you end up with luxurious, velvety
chocolate cupcakes. They honest-to-God do not taste a bit like low-cal
brownies. Finding recipes like this keeps lighter food interesting; I don’t
have to eat cottage cheese and celery all day long. I still eat foods I enjoy
and just watch how much I consume.
10.
Keeping the goal in mind. I’m losing weight for reasons more important
than my appearance. Diabetes runs in my mom’s side of the family. The
diminished fertility brought on by PCOS is compounded by obesity. Those two
health factors are much more on my mind than appearance…although certainly that
is important to me, too. When I’m stressed and I want to eat a whole cake, I
try to remember not to sacrifice what I really want for what I want in the
moment.
11.
Praying. By far my #1 weapon, but it doesn’t sound like much of a tactic,
does it? Here’s the thing. Just like I want to be healthy and take care of
myself, God wants that for me, too. He wants me to live abundantly, to present
myself to him as a living sacrifice, to take care of the body he gave me. So I
pray and ask for help. I ask him to help me resist actions that detract from my
goals. I ask him to fortify me with his Spirit and satisfy my heart so that
emotional eating loses its appeal. With my God I can scale any wall and crush
an army (Psalm 18:29); why would alimentary desires be any different?
I still have 30 pounds
to go, but that is so doable. It’s nothing like the 100 I started out needing
to lose. My goal is to be down two more sizes by the fall and at my goal weight
by next January. I could meet those goals even if I lost less than a half pound
per week. It’s the home stretch, y’all!