I'm a Certified Life and Weight Loss Coach. I don't have the T-shirt (I'm sure there is one) but I do have the certificate. On my wall. Taunting me.
Here's my dilemma. I follow an Intermittent Fasting, 4 oz protein, 10 oz vegetables twice a day with an 8 hour eating window with NO Sugar and NO Flour plan. I've been sugar-free for 2 1/2 years. I have lost 60 pounds. I stayed the same weight for 10 months.
One day last October I woke up 5 pounds up. I figured it was water weight coming on so fast since there's been no change in exercise or diet. I doubled down on what I knew to work and didn't lose an ounce. Or a point something of an ounce. NADA.
Since then I've gained 11 more pounds. Unexplained. Defying the rules of engagement. (Not that kind, I'm already married.) If I'm going to gain weight, I at least want to be enjoying it, or do it on a cruise, or involve large quantities of chocolate. This is consequence for sin WITHOUT the sin! Not fair in any realm or dimension. (Been watching too many Marvel movies I think!)
WTH??!! (heck of course) It's a total mystery. And I'm supposed to have the answers. I'm a Weight Loss Coach. This weight gain has really wreaked havoc with my thoughts. I've had to really look at what I'm making this mean.
Mean about me
about food
about my body
about my ability to coach others.
Thoughts have been flying everywhere.
"I'm a failure. I knew it was too good to be true - being my goal weight for so long. I must have gotten cocky. I'm too old to lose weight for good. My body is betraying me. Screw this plan. How can I teach others what I'm not able to do for myself? Maybe my weight loss plan doesn't really work. I'm weak. I must be eating in my sleep. LOCK THE FRIDGE at night! I can't be trusted."
I've gotten some coaching from my good friend and fellow coach, Celinda Palmer. So valuable to have someone to talk me off the ledge. She walked around this topic with me, letting me download all my thoughts. All my feelings. What actions I am fueled to take. The results I want. Here's the two Thought Models we came up with together: br />
I'm still having a hard time living the Intentional Thought Model. I'm trying a bridge thought to help me move from "Screw this plan" to "My body is doing the best it can." New thought:
As a confessed control freak in recovery, I absolutely HATE situations that can't be controlled. That's why I love math. But life isn't math. It's fluid, volatile, multi-faceted, and governed by many laws of nature and God, too many for me to possibly understand let alone control. Maybe that's the lesson in this. Although sometimes I am tired of growing and lessons to learn and evolving to the next version of me. But this a good lesson regardless.
I'm no more in absolute control of my body than I was my teenage children. All I could do with them was love them. And they turned out way better than ok. Maybe that's what my body needs too. Simple love, empathy, understanding and patience.
Ultimately it will all turn out ok. Maybe way better than ok. (I just really don't want to have to buy bigger clothes.)
I'm still having a hard time living the Intentional Thought Model. I'm trying a bridge thought to help me shift from "Screw my food plan." to "My body is doing the best it can."
I want life to be a math equation. But it just isn't so much of the time that I'm rethinking my love of math!! (Yep, I'm a math lover - trigonometry is my favorite.) My body is a complex representation of all of me - mind, soul, relationship, health, food, germs, memories, and lots more.
As a confessed control freak in recovery, I absolutely HATE situations that can't be controlled. That's why I love math. But life isn't math. It's fluid, volatile, multi-faceted, and governed by many laws of nature and God, too many for me to possibly understand let alone control Maybe that's the lesson in this. Although sometimes I am tired of growing and lessons to learn and evolving to the next version of me. But this is a good lesson regardless.
I'm no more in absolute control of my body than I was of my teenage children. All I could do was love them. And they turned out way better than ok. Maybe that's what my body needs too. Simple love, empathy, understanding and patience.
Ultimately it will all turn out ok. Maybe way better than ok. (I just really don't want to have to buy bigger clothes.)
Here's my dilemma. I follow an Intermittent Fasting, 4 oz protein, 10 oz vegetables twice a day with an 8 hour eating window with NO Sugar and NO Flour plan. I've been sugar-free for 2 1/2 years. I have lost 60 pounds. I stayed the same weight for 10 months.
One day last October I woke up 5 pounds up. I figured it was water weight coming on so fast since there's been no change in exercise or diet. I doubled down on what I knew to work and didn't lose an ounce. Or a point something of an ounce. NADA.
Since then I've gained 11 more pounds. Unexplained. Defying the rules of engagement. (Not that kind, I'm already married.) If I'm going to gain weight, I at least want to be enjoying it, or do it on a cruise, or involve large quantities of chocolate. This is consequence for sin WITHOUT the sin! Not fair in any realm or dimension. (Been watching too many Marvel movies I think!)
WTH??!! (heck of course) It's a total mystery. And I'm supposed to have the answers. I'm a Weight Loss Coach. This weight gain has really wreaked havoc with my thoughts. I've had to really look at what I'm making this mean.
Mean about me
about food
about my body
about my ability to coach others.
Thoughts have been flying everywhere.
"I'm a failure. I knew it was too good to be true - being my goal weight for so long. I must have gotten cocky. I'm too old to lose weight for good. My body is betraying me. Screw this plan. How can I teach others what I'm not able to do for myself? Maybe my weight loss plan doesn't really work. I'm weak. I must be eating in my sleep. LOCK THE FRIDGE at night! I can't be trusted."
I've gotten some coaching from my good friend and fellow coach, Celinda Palmer. So valuable to have someone to talk me off the ledge. She walked around this topic with me, letting me download all my thoughts. All my feelings. What actions I am fueled to take. The results I want. Here's the two Thought Models we came up with together: br />
I'm open to the possibility that my body is doing the best it can.I want life to be a math equation. But it just isn't so much of the time that I'm rethinking my love of math!! (Yep, I'm a math lover - Trigonometry was my favorite.) My body is a complex representation of all of me - mind, soul, relationships, health, food, germs, memories, and lots more.
As a confessed control freak in recovery, I absolutely HATE situations that can't be controlled. That's why I love math. But life isn't math. It's fluid, volatile, multi-faceted, and governed by many laws of nature and God, too many for me to possibly understand let alone control. Maybe that's the lesson in this. Although sometimes I am tired of growing and lessons to learn and evolving to the next version of me. But this a good lesson regardless.
I'm no more in absolute control of my body than I was my teenage children. All I could do with them was love them. And they turned out way better than ok. Maybe that's what my body needs too. Simple love, empathy, understanding and patience.
Ultimately it will all turn out ok. Maybe way better than ok. (I just really don't want to have to buy bigger clothes.)
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Unintentional
Thought Model
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Intentional
Thought Model
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C
(circumstance)
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Gained
16 pounds
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Gained
16 pounds
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T
(thought)
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Screw my food plan
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My
body is doing the best it can
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F
(feeling)
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Panic
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Empathy
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A
(action)
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Eat
whatever I want, whenever I want, buffer with food
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Follow
my protocol and good health practices, take care of myself, be patient,
give
up need to control
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R
(results)
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Gain
more weight, the plan doesn’t work. screw the plan
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My
body does the best it can and I accept what happens
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I'm still having a hard time living the Intentional Thought Model. I'm trying a bridge thought to help me shift from "Screw my food plan." to "My body is doing the best it can."
I'm open to the possibility that my body is doing the best it can.
I want life to be a math equation. But it just isn't so much of the time that I'm rethinking my love of math!! (Yep, I'm a math lover - trigonometry is my favorite.) My body is a complex representation of all of me - mind, soul, relationship, health, food, germs, memories, and lots more.
As a confessed control freak in recovery, I absolutely HATE situations that can't be controlled. That's why I love math. But life isn't math. It's fluid, volatile, multi-faceted, and governed by many laws of nature and God, too many for me to possibly understand let alone control Maybe that's the lesson in this. Although sometimes I am tired of growing and lessons to learn and evolving to the next version of me. But this is a good lesson regardless.
I'm no more in absolute control of my body than I was of my teenage children. All I could do was love them. And they turned out way better than ok. Maybe that's what my body needs too. Simple love, empathy, understanding and patience.
Ultimately it will all turn out ok. Maybe way better than ok. (I just really don't want to have to buy bigger clothes.)
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