I keep having that song from Yo Gabba Gabba running through my head:
Keep trying.
Keep trying.
Don’t give up (Don’t Stop!)
Never give up (Don’t Stop!)
Keep trying.
Don’t give up (Don’t Stop!)
Never give up (Don’t Stop!)
Profound, I know. But what else do you expect from a TV show geared towards three year olds that feature some puppets and a robot living inside of some DJ’s boom box? Hey, it’s better than the Teletubbies or those blasted WonderPets.
I digress.
Anyway, this week has been another re-energization (if that’s even a word) of the weight loss efforts. Not that I ever completely stopped, but I did start allowing more and more opportunities for cheating - which is a surefire path for me to stop altogether. It’s like saying, “I’m just going to have one cigarette”…that’s never really the case. Before you know it, you are back into the habit full swing.
Not giving up is definitely the hardest part of losing weight. It’s a simple numbers game as long as you stick to it. Calories in vs. calories out. Follow a routine that gets rid of more calories than you take in and you lose weight. Seems so simple, right? It would be were it not for those pesky things like doubt, fear, self-control, and discipline. Sometimes it feels like you are fighting against every fiber of your being to just stay on track. And some days it doesn’t happen.
Yesterday I got a small Reese Cup Blizzard from Dairy Queen. Before ordering I knew I was going to regret it but I ordered anyway. Half way through I was no longer hungry and thought to myself that I should stop…but I didn’t. I finished it. No sooner was it gone and the cup was in the trash and then the guilt set in. I had blown it. I was disappointed in myself. For the rest of the night I was tempted to just eat what I wanted - I had blown it already, right? But I didn’t. I stayed on track for the rest of the day and woke up this morning feeling good about that.
I know it’s hard. It’s not fun and no matter what they say, it is always going to be more enjoyable to eat pizza than it is to eat baked fish and Brussels sprouts. But it’s also more enjoyable to be able to look at your efforts and see results. Even if it is just a pound a week, those pounds will add up to better physical health, mental health, and spiritual health.
So here are some more profound lyrics:
I digress.
Anyway, this week has been another re-energization (if that’s even a word) of the weight loss efforts. Not that I ever completely stopped, but I did start allowing more and more opportunities for cheating - which is a surefire path for me to stop altogether. It’s like saying, “I’m just going to have one cigarette”…that’s never really the case. Before you know it, you are back into the habit full swing.
Not giving up is definitely the hardest part of losing weight. It’s a simple numbers game as long as you stick to it. Calories in vs. calories out. Follow a routine that gets rid of more calories than you take in and you lose weight. Seems so simple, right? It would be were it not for those pesky things like doubt, fear, self-control, and discipline. Sometimes it feels like you are fighting against every fiber of your being to just stay on track. And some days it doesn’t happen.
Yesterday I got a small Reese Cup Blizzard from Dairy Queen. Before ordering I knew I was going to regret it but I ordered anyway. Half way through I was no longer hungry and thought to myself that I should stop…but I didn’t. I finished it. No sooner was it gone and the cup was in the trash and then the guilt set in. I had blown it. I was disappointed in myself. For the rest of the night I was tempted to just eat what I wanted - I had blown it already, right? But I didn’t. I stayed on track for the rest of the day and woke up this morning feeling good about that.
I know it’s hard. It’s not fun and no matter what they say, it is always going to be more enjoyable to eat pizza than it is to eat baked fish and Brussels sprouts. But it’s also more enjoyable to be able to look at your efforts and see results. Even if it is just a pound a week, those pounds will add up to better physical health, mental health, and spiritual health.
So here are some more profound lyrics:
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights, people.
I know - it makes absolutely no sense. But hey, it says “don’t stop believing” and it’s a good song. (It’s no Yo Gabba Gabba mind you - but Journey will have to suffice).
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