Food has no more control over my life. It was something I confronted two weeks ago, and Iâ€™m holding my ground. Itâ€™s not like Iâ€™ve given up food. Instead, the power of what to eat and when to eat and how to eat is back in my hands (so to speak).
Iâ€™ve even gotten off the scales. When I lost the forty pounds of baby weight after my second son, I got rid of the scales. I trusted my clothes to tell me when I was losing control. Actually, it never dawned on me that I might lose control.
At 36, almost seven years after my second son was born, I found myself pregnant with a third child. (We say â€œfound,â€ like we tripped over it in the woods. I knew it was POSSIBLE, but after years of hoping to get pregnant I had given up on the idea. SURPRISE!). Have you noticed that maternity clothes give you no indication of just how much weight you are packing on?
After he was born, I bought myself a scale. It calculates body fat percentage and everything â€“ even keeps a record of my weight loss to date. Falling back into the habit of weighing daily was easier than slipping down a muddy slope. Since the scale reads the fractions of the weight, I was able to react to even a tenth of a pound up or down. There were days that I would get on the scale in the morning AND in the evening, just in case.
NO MORE! Iâ€™ve quit eating in front of the television (have pretty much quit watching the television except when Iâ€™m washing the dishes or cooking). Every afternoon when my energy starts to get low, I take a few minutes to play with the kids â€“ usually outside. Itâ€™s had the added benefit of getting them up and moving as well.
I still have the scales, but I havenâ€™t gotten on them this week. If the food doesnâ€™t have control, then there is really no need for the scales. The weight is coming off. The clothes are fitting better.