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Growing up, my family was dysfunctional, to put it very mildly. I had virtually no structure, and the only discipline I was given was in regards to disobeying my parents. We were pretty poor, so we were forced to eat whatever was for dinner, and all of it, wasting food was unheard of. If you didn’t eat your dinner, it was out in a Tupperware and reheated for every meal afterward until it was finished. Needless to say, I developed a really effed up relationship regarding food. Pair that with my financial inability to play sports when I was in school, and you’ve got someone who grows up to be basically addicted to eating and pretty opposed to physical activity.
And here I am, fat, obviously. I’m currently in a restart. I lost almost 60 lbs in 2017 and then gained it all back after entering into a very happy relationship (gotta love the “fat and happy” phenomenon). I’m just starting to make a dent now, but I have little discipline. I slip easily, I cave and eat junk, I skip the gym because I’m tired. But I had a breakthrough.
I treat myself like a little child. No, really.
Whenever I want to mindlessly snack, or not work out, or not take my vitamins, I pretend it’s Little Me™️ asking for permission.
“Can we have McDonalds for dinner?” No, Little Me, we have food at home.
“Can I pleaseeeee go back to sleep?” No, Little Me, it’s time to get up. Let’s go.
“What if I just had ONE cookie?” No, Little Me, sweets are bad for you - do you want a banana?
It’s messed up to think that I have to visualize it this way, but I never had an adult looking out for me to teach me any kind of discipline. So I’m just going to teach myself and flex that muscle until it becomes second nature. (Hopefully soon, because Little Me is pissed.)
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