Well well well. Today was a revalation, and I’m on a real high.
I knew today wasn’t going to be easy – 4 kiddies plus parents for a tea party involving all my favourite foods. We decided to hold a birthday party for D and his kids – sausage rolls (hot from the oven, the smell was amazing!), crisps, white bread (a weakness of mine, I don’t usually have it in unless I’m binging), home made chocolate cake and more. Yum! Resolve wavered at times, but never truly left me. LL really helps in the fact that you have no decisions to make and you’re not hungry. When I was on WW (as one of the mums present was) I would have saved my points for the party, spent at least an hour calculating what food I could afford on my meagre points budget, been hungry from the start, would almost certainly have exceeded my planned food allowance and then thrown caution to the wind.
The mum present who was doing WW nibbled the whole way through, justifying it because it was her WI day, she’d already been weighed so had a week to make up for it. If it works for her, then I have absolutely no criticisms, but the last time I did WW successfully I religiously followed the plan and exercised all week and then ate like someone possessed after WI, only to start all over again the next day. I spent at least 2 days after WI day feeling crap because I’d troughed so much food (bloated stomach, difficulty sleeping etc.), and was now trying to exercise it off like crazy.
I was exhausted by the end of the day, particularly after running around in the park for half an hour, and once I’d got the kids to bed I wasn’t feeling full of bounce for my first LL meeting. I’m attending the refreshers meeting so you never quite know who’s going to be there, but I was the first. Weighed in at another pound and a half down (which was great because my official WI was four days ago but first thing in the morning, so I can probably add a bit more loss onto that).
But even better was the meeting. There were six other ladies, one very nice, inspiring one right next to me who had lost over 9 stone in 8 months doing LL 3 years ago, put just over half back on and was now working towards losing that again. She was the opposite of me in that she preferred to look long term – she signed up for x weeks and stuck to it rigidly. I however like to take one day at a time, making sure I choose each morning whether I want to stick to this. I find it so much easier to think, okay, so I’m choosing not to have a sausage roll (for example) today, because I know I can have it tomorrow, so what’s the point? And then the next day I make other choices.
Anyway, in talking to her I found myself mentioning the word choice a lot, but didn’t think anything of it. In the group, we were discussing the Cycle of Change (more about that in another blog otherwise this one is going to be mammoth!), and somehow got on to how many packs people had a day. Many were saying that they struggled to eat all their packs and I commented on how important I felt it was to eat all of them, as I’m sure that contributed to my failure last time. I explained, saying how I used to eat 3 and a half packs instead of 4, partly so if I felt hungry I had extra packs I could chose to eat, but mainly because I wanted a choice in flavour at the end of the week. LLC picked up on this immediately, why was choice so important to me? This, combined with my need to choose every day to do the diet, rather than committing to it on a longer term basis, she said, showed I had issues with choice. My reaction? I burst into tears…I really didn’t expect to or know that was coming!
Anyway, we didn’t discuss it much more as I was quite emotional, but she told me to go home and think about it some more, and ring her if I had anything I wanted to discuss (she’s amazing and lovely, our LLC). I’ve done some thinking about it although I’m not convinced I’ve got to the bottom of this. I know I was crying in class because I realised how trapped I have felt since my partner of 14 yrs, husband of 7 yrs, left last December. I have two small children and therefore my choices in what I can now do are severely curtailed, and I feel under pressure the whole time – to make sure they’re ok, to make sure they’re doing lots of stuff and being fully developed properly, to not be bitter and resentful when they’re around, to make myself attractive etc. partly for my self esteem, partly to spite him and show the world I’m okay and partly to attract a new partner when I’m ready. And other things I’m sure.
I love my children to bits, don’t get me wrong, and I would never every give up custody of them, and I certainly don’t resent them for anything (although the same cannot be said of my ex husband) but obviously there’s more going on in my head about this than I realised.
Of course choice is intertwined with control, so there’s issues there. And it can be a nuturing parent sort of thing (e.g. choosing which pack I shall have to reward myself), as well as a rebellious child sort of thing (which I have a lot of issues with – for example, thinking long term about this just seems to spark my rebellious child and I embark on an eating frenzy, which is partly what happened last time).
And of course there’s negative choice – for example, I’m chosing to quit this diet and stuff my face, which certainly isn’t from the adult ego state!
Anyway, there’s a lot of work still to be done there. As I said, I don’t think I’ve got to the crux of it yet but I do feel much much lighter and freer so I think it must have been a significant breakthrough. I think the next stage might be to make a list of things I feel I have choice over in my life, and things I don’t. Another day, though.