I was reading my friend Kim’s blog today, The Road to Beautiful. In yesterday’s post, she shared a thought that sparked a realization for me – or at least the beginning of one. She was talking about how we can psych ourselves out for any number of reasons, and this quote jumped off the page at me: “I gotta wonder, how often do we get psyched out of something that we really want because of fear or self-doubt?”
I keep thinking that this journey is going to get easier as I get closer to goal; the truth is, it’s just getting harder, or maybe just staying hard in different ways. One would think that having lost 60 pounds in the last 5 months would be enough for me to stop trying to sabotage myself. One would think getting real and honest with myself would get easier. But as I am realizing, the opposite is true right now. I am struggling so hard right now, and the struggle is with myself. With the old me. With the Valerie who was 250+ pounds for 15 years, and who doesn’t know how to be any other way.
Remember my post where I talked about my struggle with eating at night and how the brain lags behind the body? Well I’m still wrestling with that, and the quote above from Kim’s blog zinged straight to the heart of why. There is a big part of me that is terrified to be where I’m at right now. I haven’t weighed under 200 pounds since high school. And I’m thrilled to be here. And at the same time, I don’t know how to be here, or even who I am at 190 pounds. How do I live in a body this size? Who am I, now that I’m not the fat girl? After over a decade of being bitter that I couldn’t shop in “normal” stores, now I can, and it’s just…weird.
I really want to be at this weight right now, and stay here, and get stronger.
I really want to make healthy, balanced choices through the holidays.
I really want to continue losing weight when the time is right on my Protocol.
I really want to reach a healthy weight for my body.
I really want to be the healthiest me I can be.
I really want to have a baby soon, and having a healthy body will make that easier and healthier for me and my baby.
And if I don’t quit sabotaging myself out of fear of the unknown, I will not achieve any of those things (and more) that I really want. And so I guess I’m realizing that the self-sabotage I’m experiencing right now really is all about that – fear of the unknown. Because all of those “really wants” up there are totally unknown to me.
I don’t know what it’s like to make healthy, balanced choices through the holidays.
I don’t know what it’s like to live at a healthy weight.
I don’t know what it’s like not to be the fat girl.
I don’t know what it’s like to be the healthiest me I can be.
So now that I have this epiphany, it’s going to get easier, right? I’m going to stop sabotaging myself, right? I won’t be tempted to nosh my way through the evening anymore, right? RIGHT?!
Well, maybe, maybe not. What I do know is that it’s up to me. It’s up to me what happens next. Now that I know where this behavior is coming from, I can face it head on. Instead of eating out of fear (either of the unknown or just of feeling the fear), I will face my fear head on. I will not be perfect and I will screw up. But damned if I’m going to let the fear of the unknown keep me from reaching my goals. I’ve never done that before, and I’m not gonna start now.
Do you sabotage yourself sometimes? Do you know why? How have you fought back against self-defeating thoughts and behaviors?

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