124 pounds down on an average of 5 pounds a week. After so many weeks of the same, I am getting a little bored with the whole thing. Discouraged? Not at all. Just the routine has become a little monotonous. But, as I have written before,
“Character: The ability to carry out a worthy decision after the emotion of making that decision has passed. Character simply stated is doing what you said you were going to do. If you develop a reputation for that, do you have any idea the effect that has on self-perception? Its immense, just immense.” -Hyrum W. Smith-
If the only time I kept with exercised and followed a diet plan was when it was exciting and new, I would still be 524 pounds. Still, there are things I can change up, without compromise my commitment. With spring here I will be getting out of the gym more and finding excuses to be active outside.
The food has been going well and I am not as bored with that end of things. The menu changes enough to keep it interesting. Who knew a fat guy that could bury a large pizza all by himself could find himself content and satisfied with only 1200 calories a day?
I was talking with my Grandpa George last night and told him, “Even though I am eating less, I think I actually enjoy food more eating less.” Why? For one, I am trying foods I never would have considered. Faced with a menu at a restaurant, my selection would quickly narrow down to the most filling selection on the menu regardless of what the food was. I was more worried about getting full than I was about tasting the food and enjoying the meal.
Grandpa George said he feels, in a way, responsible for some of the ways our family thinks of food. Anyone who knows my Grandpa knows that he has a true passion for cooking. He doesn’t just make a meal. He crafts a meal. He enjoys blending flavors and trying new recipes. Needless to say, dinner at his house is anything but dull. He shared with me that he feels responsible for some of the mentalities in our family because he would show love through food. Some truth to the mentality but hardly the culprit of years and years of overeating.
Now that my family knows I am open to discuss my weight, eating, exercise… My dad pointed out how this whole journey is simply a lesson in discipline. Last night at his house, my mom made a yellow sheet cake to top with strawberries and whip cream. I said out loud, not to anyone in particular, mostly to myself, “I could eat that whole pan of cake. That’s why I can’t have any.” He pointed out the amount of discipline it takes to make constant choices like that. Discipline is one of my Dad’s favorite topics. I remember many talks about it as a kid. This time I think I actually listened and processed what he had to say though. Isn’t it amazing how much smarter your parents get as you get older? 🙂