Is it REALLY possible that I have hit a plateau this early in my weight loss journey?
My body is not budging beyond the 10 pounds lost so far. My resolve has slipped, my food choices dipped, and my mental fortitude…ill equipped. I read this quote from Tony Robbins the other day (you know the self-help guru guy), “If you do what you have always done, you will get what you’ve always got.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.
I have toiled over this post for twenty days.
I have written and re-written the content a multitude of ways.
I cannot be the only person who struggles with motivation from time to time, who has doubts, who questions their own intestinal fortitude…so why not share my REAL journey with people?
I have been frustrated that the progress I felt that I should be making doesn’t come. What I have always done to lose or maintain weight in the past, is not working for me anymore. My body and my mind have changed, my zip code has changed, and my whole life has changed. I have been through the sudden deaths of both my father and a very close friend, two toxic bosses that ate me up and spit me out, moved 3000 miles across this crazy country of ours, and gained a family. I went from single professional chef to stepmother-of-two in suburbia in just a few short years. I have been completely shell-shocked by the changes in my life, and although the outcome is better than I could have ever dreamed, the journey through the last four years has been rough. Real rough.
I have searched desperately for inspiration and motivation, wondering where that fit and energetic chef in me wandered off to. I have found no trail of bread crumbs, no “Dear John” letter, and no spark to help me get back on track. At 30, I have already accomplished the goals that I set out for myself at 19. I have been a chef, pastry chef, and baker. I have been mentored by great chefs. I have had the opportunity (twice) to cook at the James Beard House in New York City, I have been written up in magazines, and I have had the opportunity to run a restaurant with my own crew. Yet none of this propels me forward.
I feel that my love for food has changed from the decadent, sexy thing that it once was, to a simple, and almost utilitarian view of food. I am no longer seduced by fancy dinners, but instead I long for a house with a garden to grow fresh vegetables. I am no longer enticed by late nights sweating behind a stove, feeling the adrenaline rush of a good service, and finishing at the bar. Instead I am longing for dinner parties with friends and a bowl of freshly picked strawberries on the porch…maybe I am just getting old before my time.
I believe that it is in this mental shift, and my desire to make life more simple, that I have accidentally stumbled upon what I need to do to gain ground. Get back to basics. Whole food nutrition, raw foods when at all possible, much less (or no) meat, etc. And don’t forget walking…lots of walking. One thing that my time living in Los Angeles took away from me was the habit of walking everyday. I want to walk to the store, walk to the park, and walk to clear my head, but at the weight I am at, a one mile walk is about all I have in me. So, I start this week, putting one foot in front of the other, choosing to change by the step. Trying to motivate the unmotivated. Focused on winning this mental game. Today I am going to walk to pick up my kids at school, 1.6 miles each way, wish me luck.
And now I want to know what motivates you to move forward or to make positive change in your life? What do you do to keep your mind off the long journey in front of you, but still keep your eye on the goal?