I love the weekends. Even though I’m a stay at home Mom, the weekends are still different from the weekdays. Schedules are more relaxed, the family has more time to visit together, and even chores are enjoyable bearable. Before I began my weight loss efforts for the last time, weekends were a free for all of food enjoyment. As a perpetual dieter, I was always on a diet, off a diet, or in between diets. Therefore, almost without fail, I was scheduled to start my new diet again on Monday.
Mondays were a dreary day, and as such, appropriate for dieting, deprivation, and depression. In anticipation of the new depressing diet, I’d very carefully plan my food intake for the weekend. And believe me, I wouldn’t plan on ridding the pantry of bad food, or starting my new eating plan a couple of days early. No, sir. I planned to eat as much as I could possibly hold, so that I could start my diet with a bang!
I’d eat candy, cakes, cookies and chips. I’d prepare high fat family favorites, and eat so much that there were no leftovers. I’d call up a friend to take a trip to the ice cream store, and I’d talk John into going out to eat at my favorite restaurant, The Roadhouse Grill.
After a weekend full of bingeing, I’d wake up Monday with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not from eating too much, for I had an iron stomach, but from the dread that accompanied the knowledge that I was going to have to live in deprivation for the rest of my natural life. No good food. Good being fattening, of course. No more desserts. Desserts being fattening also. And no more fun holiday eating. Holiday eating had to be fattening to be any good.
I’d reluctantly start my diet, already defeating myself in my mind. The week would go by with me cheating as much as succeeding, until the weekend rolled around again. Out went the little WW folder, and in came the chocolate. I’d just eat until I couldn’t eat anymore, resolving to start once again on Monday. I revolved around this cycle for years. It wasn’t always WW that got my money, sometimes it was the latest diet book, or occasionally a magazine at the grocery store.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, and I’m sure you have, the point of this post is to encourage you to not wait until Monday to start or “fix” your new eating program. And if you are already following a healthy eating plan, then don’t completely give up just because the calendar says Saturday.
The point of weight loss finally clicked in for me. The weekends shouldn’t be for overindulging on high fat food, because the weekends needed to be treated like real life. People who easily maintain a healthy weight don’t eat like pigs on the weekend, and then diet like crazy during the week. No, those lucky people eat relatively healthy all the time. And thus, are able to have treats without guilt.
When I finally accepted that, I changed my attitudes towards the weekends. Instead of seeing how much I could eat to “stock up” on high fat food, I learned to treat the weekends as just another day. I’d plan my food, enjoy occasional desserts in moderation, and continue exercising. I think that was one decision that jas really helped me maintain my weight all these years. I no longer think of making wise food choices as a chore, but as just another way to stay healthy.
Don’t wait until Monday! Keep working your plan, or start your plan now. The weekends were made for more than just food!
How do you handle the weekends? Diane