For the first time in 9 weeks I’ve actually struggled to find my motivation to get my shit together and commit to my 28 plan. A few days ago I posted about a 7-kilo loss – which is great and all – but now what? I have to keep going. I want to lose close to 30 kilos (and have done for the better part of two decades now!). As you know from previous posts numbers aren’t my strong suit but even I know that 7 is a long way from 30.
So I’ve had a good weight loss and people have commented on how fabulous I look and now I just…need…to…keep…going. But instead of jumping for joy and seizing the opportunity to take strength from my success to power on it’s brought me to a small pit-stop at the door of 28 Struggle Street.
I’m heading for a long-overdue holiday in just 7 sleeps so there’s no mistaking I’m knackered but why is that an excuse to power down on my food and exercise. I’ve managed to keep up the third part of the 28 equation though…support. I’ve stayed the course with my Facebook folk and commented and laughed and cried and connected and commiserated and celebrated. That part seems so bloody easy. I can hop on my phone at 6am and check that you guys are all doing ok and if Sam has posted something I should watch (when does he not?) but I reckon I’ve skipped four workouts in the last two weeks. And I feel lousy. I feel like I’ve actually let myself down when I know that all I’ve done is…well…skip four workouts! And in the scheme of things I’ve done way more good in 9 weeks than I’ve done bad.
And yet, here I am at 28 Struggle Street.
A good friend of mine who also manages depression and general life funks from time to time says; “When you don’t know what to do, do anything.”
The thing about 28 is that you can actually not think about anything. You don’t need to know what to do, except remember how to log in to the page and follow the instructions for each day.
I have to stop negotiating with myself and just get out of bed at my designated 6am wake up and stop thinking and just do. Anything. The things I’m told to do. The things I’ve signed up to do.
So this brings me to the frog.
Mark Twain famously said, “Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”
The eat the frog thing is about not procrastinating and just getting the most difficult or hated or feared thing out of the way first thing in the day. I like to think of Sam Wood as that live frog (actually he’s more like a frog prince, but that’s another tale). If you Google “Eat that Frog” you’ll find books, philosophies and memes based on the concept of eating that slimy little amphibian first thing in the morning.
Another little frog story I heard recently was that if you place a frog into boiling water it would immediately jump out …of course it will. Der. But, if you pop him into cold water and then slowly bring the water to the boil it’s like his own personal little spa (or frog consommé as I like to call it) and he’ll happily relax and stay put.
So the moral of my frog consommé story is bring on change slowly.
If you change things too quickly you risk rejection just as quickly – which is perhaps what I’ve faced at 9 weeks into my 28 program. I don’t know. Just a theory. I’ve stopped to enjoy some compliments, admired my looser clothes and then exhaled and gone…You know what? I’m stuffed. I’ve tackled new recipes, I’ve been cooking fresh every god damn day, I’ve got a new regular exercise pattern and there’s a new man in my life (who is ever so demanding) – no wonder I’m bloody exhausted.
That’s a lot of change. Yes, change for good. But still change, right? If you try to change a lot quickly, you’re likely to “jump out” and reject it. But by making small changes every day, you’re still going to arrive at the same end-point, and you’ll stay put. That’s why I know I’ll be a 28-er for life. This isn’t a quick fix and this last week is not the first visit I’ll have in Struggle Town.
At some point in my future I’m hopeful that my significantly lighter and healthier self will relish the exercise I need to keep buoyant and happy and well but for now, I have to eat my frog first thing in the morning. Cos if I don’t I’ll just end up with a stock pile of frogs at the end of the week and no one wants to eat more than one live frog at a time…am I right?
No frogs were harmed in the writing of this post.