Time to get into Zone 2: working at it but still comfortable. You must not let yourself get into that "Why Resist?" stage. Don't think of it as just another cookie. Face it: dieting is a drag. After several weeks of cheating, when the weight sneaks up two pounds instead of going down, you know you have to Turn Up the Resistance. Depending on how big or how long that hill is you know you have to pace yourself, but you have to tell yourself I CAN DO THIS. Even if it's 10 minutes into class and you are already cheating, remember at least you are finally on the right side of the road. While it is tempting to just get off the bike and walk up that hill you would look very silly doing so in a spinning class, but it has crossed my mind.
So look for the Path of Least Resistance:
- Avoid eating out
- Cut out the fat, the processed sugar, that second goblet of wine (and the third)
- Don't buy Doritos
- Don't finish the rest of the Valentine candy
- Or the cheese
- Don't buy Hot Cross buns in February
- Skip the spaghetti, bread, cookies, and anything with the name Doodles in the product name
NOT. We're gonna stalk the bitch, because, the more members we can make Go Away the more room there will be in the pool! UGH, what am I saying!? Forming a Resistance would be unfriendly! How will I ever NOT be S.L.B. and finally deserve the name Pickle instead, which others have tried to assign me (knowing of course only I can assign a Pool Name)?
Enter Zone 3. On a roll and losing yours. Eating habits all good, S.L.B.'s advice about cutting calories considered. Got to bed without eating cookies after dinner. The Resistance is Way Up. You are dripping with sweat, out of breath, almost at the top of the hill, into Zone 4, holding it, looking forward to Recovery. You finish your water and feel good about yourself, finally down several pounds. Way to go! Now, let it go, because you refuse to let yourself go you are a winner. Stop worrying about the weight. Now just focus on the fun ride down the other side of the hill. And try not to stop for a bagel on your way to work.
I would totally have named you pickle. That is the most amazingly funny thing I have read in ages...
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