Today marks a new journey for me. I’ve made the choice to put me in food jail. This sounds harsh, part of it is me just being mad. What is food jail? Why did I choose it? Stick around to find out more.
It’s been the better part of almost 15years now, I’ve been fighting my weight. I’ve succeeded from time to time. I have also put it back on from time to time. Right now I’m in the ‘I’ve found it again’ phase. Self imposed food jail is the next step for me. What is it? I’ve partnered with someone who knows nutrition. And it’s simple. They write a plan, I procure the food and follow the plan. There are specific times to eat with specific amounts and types of food. What is even better for me, is that I have found someone to make that food for me.
You see, I am a cook. And I love to eat and be creative in the kitchen. So food jail is a big deal. And I am being a bit harsh about this. Had my first meal this morning and it was not bad at all. Over time, my habits of what I cook, how I portion, and when I eat are bad. This contributes to my inability to lose weight. Making the decision to enter food jail, simply translates to I am consciously choosing to re-learn how to eat well. How to eat for me. For me, I grew up a farmer. Cruised high school and college as an athlete. Then my activity level drastically changed. And so did my weight. Mostly because my eating habits failed to change when my activity level did.
My current situation. I’m on a project at work that demands 15hr days, and sometimes weekend. I own a business outside of working full time. I have a 2 year old independent toddler person who relies on me to entertain her while not at the workplace. And just a few other small things going on in life. We are all busy. What I have come to realize though, is that we ALWAYS have the ability to control our food intake.
The next few weeks will be interesting. There is part of me that is bitter and even mad. Probably a little because of realizing it’s not something I can do on my own. Because I like to cook, I feel like something is being taken away. But more than the anger or bitter parts that like to call this food jail, is the desire in me to be healthier and that means taking off the excess weight.
How did I get started. It was a little bit of want. And some pushing from friends and loved ones to make a permanent change in my life. For that I am thankful. Although I’m sure at times over the next few weeks I will also be mad at them. I found someone who will write a plan. I found a way to make the preparation easy. And most important I have the support needed externally and internally to give this a good go. Internal support? Well to start this journey I had to get on the scale.
I try to avoid the scale. Why? Well a number is real. It makes everything real. I can’t explain away a number. It’s based on some fact. Measuring yourself to track against is a key internal support factor, I know I don’t want that number to be me or define me. So it’s something that must change.
This step, is a necessary step for me to move forward in my journey. Cheers to day 1!