Tuesday, December 29, 2009
How to Deal with a Little Christmas Tummy Pudge
Over the Christmas holidays, I had decided that I would eat the treats I wanted to eat. I was not going to castigate myself for this enjoyment. Marcy and I agreed upon some yums that she wanted to cook and bake and I agreed to eat!
As you know, I've been working hard on my daily dance/yoga/workout routines, and I have been reaping physical rewards for that focus, determination, and willpower.
But over the holidays...oye!
Not only did I eat things like sticky buns many days in a row (and they were perfection itself), but I also sat around reading and got up to dance a whole. lot. less.
In the past, thanks to some lovely body image dis-ease, I would have gone off the deep end at the fact that my tummy is showing the results of increased calories and decreased activity.
In the past, I would have been weighing myself ever step of the way.
Thanks to Marcy, I can't do that anymore.
Years ago, she made me throw out that scale.
Now it's all a matter of listening to the wisdom of my body, and it has told me a few things.
First, it told me that eating those sticky buns was all about joy. (Starving myself has been a problem in the past, so enjoying the act of eating is important.)
Second, it told me that it was okay to get off track for two weeks, because I would be getting right back on.
Third, it reminded me that this is all part of the journey of my word of the year, Embody. Learning not to judge myself based on temporary physical states (including a little extra weight or feeling tired) is a huge lesson for me.
I am thankful that I don't have the weapon that is the Scale sitting in my bathroom, taunting me, giving me "evidence" of my "failure."
Have you decided to join the World Wide Dump Your Scale Day? If you do, and you decide to write about, let me know!