More of the Happy Method

I’m still completely satisified with my ‘method. It never feels like a ‘diet’, even if I sometimes feel cravings for calorie bombs and at times I feel hungry in the evenings. But I should think everyone in my situation does. Since I last posted, I’ve reached an impasse, three weeks when nothing happened. But, though I don’t want to sound like a ‘Pollyanna’ playing at being happy, I know that everyone does. Of course, that knowledge didn’t stop me from feeling disappointed. I really wanted to stay on a roll, for a little while longer. Fortunately, I didn’t give up. I don’t think I will. And now, last Sunday, I had my reward for all the long waiting. I had passed the impasse and the downward trend continued. Happiness.

Last Sunday, I was halfway to my first partial goal and I was beginning to think about my reward when I get there. Cake? LOL. I don’t even feel the cravings for that anymore. But that got me thinking about weight watchers who would celebrate their success with champagne and AA meetings celebrating their successes with cake. What if someone had had a double dependency problem? They might easily end up switching from one type of abuse to another.

So how will I celebrate reaching my first partial goal? New clothes is one thing that sprang to mind, but it feels as if it would be too soon. I remember from earlier attempts what a bad idea it is to be stuck with old clothes that hopefully will end up being too big for me. I’ll probably wait until I have to get new ones. That will be fun. At the moment, I’d rather not do anything related to my body. Maybe a little outing? Or I might buy stuff for my hobbies? Suggestions would be appreciated.:)

By the way, I’ve always had a weird relation to my own body. I know I’ll never be content with it. Not even when I was a teenager when I was almost too skinny. Despite that, I felt fat. But that’s probably normal. Lots of people feel that way, especially teenagers. But at the same time, I know that if I don’t like myself I can’t expect others to. And it can’t be good for my weight loss.

What can I do about my poor self image? The first step was realizing that I’ll never be completely content. I’m not like that. Then I made a list of things I actually like about myself and the way I look. The eyes are really quite ok and so is my hair. Of course, that’s nothing to do with my weight. Strangely enough, I’m pretty happy about my shape, no, not my flabby belly and arms and – No, I’d better not go there. But I’m tall, I have a proper waist, even if it’s less obvious when I’m overweight, and I have curves where you’re supposed to be curvy. The bottom line is that I can at least trick myself into believing that I’m pretty content.:)

~ by irispolaris on 27 August, 2008.