Dietary Dead Stop
The body decides, by whatever mysterious natural mechanism I do not know, that the weight reached is a comfortable one, with which you should be content.
Dietary Dead Stop
You must be aware of the feeling that is making me want to scream out at the moment – what more do I have to do? - because, if you are a dedicated dieter like myself, then you understand the frustration associated with that dead-stop period of the dietary regime, when a fair bit of excess baggage has been disposed of successfully, but the whole operation seems stalled at one place, however hard you keep trying.
I have, for three weeks now, been hovering around the 94kilo mark, admittedly 15kilos lighter than when I started, but irritatingly refusing to slip below that weight level, even though I am doing exactly as I should be in terms of the dietary regime, and actually managing to get a little more physical activity in my life by spending a little time each day tending my garden, though of course the arthritis limits what I can do.
I refer constantly to my paleo diet books, looking to see if there is perhaps something that I am missing, but it seems that the body decides, by whatever mysterious natural mechanism I do not know, that the weight reached is a comfortable one, with which you should be content. Even if the weight in question is still unhealthy, the body seems stubbornly reluctant to willingly give up more of its bulk, and you end up grinding your teeth in sheer frustration.
Please, if you too are determined dieters, tell me what you did to get over this seemingly impossible barrier, this natural self-defense mechanism that kicks in uninvited and makes you want to pull your hair out. I refuse utterly to accept that my target weight-loss is beyond my abilities to reach, arthritis limitations or not, but a little advice from others in similar positions would not go amiss.
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and though the desire for a better and healthier body size is a great motivation, the steely will to deny oneself every single little pleasure, from a culinary perspective, is all but impossible to maintain, in a society where you are bombarded by temptation everywhere that you happen to be y looking. Giving in occasionally is inevitable, are as the resultant feelings of guilty pleasure.
I have, in the last couple of days, been sorely tempted to say the hell with it and resume my old life, but knowing how quickly that dreaded excess poundage piles back on, I cannot allow myself even to remotely seriously consider that course of action. I simply have to grit my teeth and plough onwards, hoping that persistence will get the better of this currently insurmountable blockage along my dietary path.
I look in the mirror and tell myself that I can and will not be beaten by a body that seems to want to thwart my plans for it, my will being stronger than this temporary hold-up. The downward slope of my weight graph has been the most incredible motivation imaginable, and while the line has temporarily flattened, it is NOT going up, so I am STILL on track. Next weekend, I will be lighter, that’s a promise.