So I entered a “Biggest Loser” weight loss challenge earlier in the summer. Boy, was that a mistake for me. The pressure of weighing and reporting has been a huge trigger for my disordered eating tendencies. Throw in the stress of having a kid and husband who both suffer from serious anxiety disorder, a lack of structure in working from home and a summer full of trips and I haven’t really lost anything.
Sound like excuses?
But that doesn’t make them any less challenging.
So I’m back home now from the BlogHer conference in Chicago (and it’s row after row of free donuts, chocolate and pizza). I’m staying put for the rest of the summer. The kidlet starts school again in less than a month. She’s put on a bit of weight this summer and I want to help her feel better about herself without confirming her beliefs that she’s “too big.”
Her weight and food issues really trigger mine.
When I’m triggered, I eat more.
And I don’t choose carrots.
Weight loss is so much more complicated than “move more and eat less.”
There’s an emotional component that is all so real and that I am trying so hard not to pass on to my sweet daughter.
Tomorrow starts a new week.
I have plans to stock up on fresh produce, cook whole foods and spend lots of hours in the pool with my girl this week.
I’ll do the best I can tomorrow.
Then do the same the day after that.