A friend of mine once said, “Men are like rubberbands. You can only stretch them so far before they snap back to their original form.” (Sorry men, I didn’t say it, but I will admit that she had a point.)
She, of course, was talking in the relationship realm. Sometimes though, I’m pretty sure this works for each and every one of us. Especially those of us trying to break a bad habit, or a lifetime of learned behaviors, even if they are bad ones.
This fitness journey for me (a year now) is a daily struggle. You would think after a year, I wouldn’t be dreaming about eating a box of Ring Dings (not a package…a box) or returning to my sedentary ways and no longer dragging my butt to the gym at 6 am.
Don’t get me wrong. I actually prefer eating well and exercising. There is nothing better than the rush you feel after getting to the next level, no matter what the exercise. I have more energy, and I’m actually happier. It still doesn’t mean I don’t dream about my old, lazy, unhealthy lifestyle. Every day I have to remind myself that now is better than then.
However, I have noticed in these past few weeks, while I have continued to eat right and exercise, I have reverted back to one behavior that could be the beginning of a slippery slope. I’ve started opting for looser clothing. Not that I have ever worn anything skin tight mind you. That’s not me. But as I’ve lost weight, I’ve been buying clothing that is more fitted and that actually fits. Heck I even have belts now. When I was heavier, I always bought clothing bigger to try to hide the extra weight (like that works).
This last month of my life has been more stressful than usual. Or maybe it’s the rainy, cold weather we’ve had here on Long Island. All I know, is when choosing clothing for work in the morning, it has been the looser, knit styles; the drapey dresses and skirts, the dress pants that are maybe just a tad too big. Weekends? I’m gravitating toward sweats and the loose-fitting jeans. I’m dressing for comfort and not to show off how proud I am of all my hard work. Comfort is fine for a Sunday morning. But a month ago, I was dressing to impress.
I’m not 100% sure when this really started to happen, but I know that looser clothes can lead to a bigger butt. That extra cookie won’t make the pants feel too tight. I won’t have to suck in my tummy quite as much. I’ve been down this road before.
Starting tomorrow, I’m getting back to my sassier dressing style. I feel good in my fitted jeans and fitted top. It’s really not that hard to suck in the tummy and it’s good for me.
I refuse to snap back to my former self this time. One thing that has changed on this fitness journey is that I am identifying these behaviors before they get out of control.
I am not a rubberband and I refuse to snap back like one. Let’s leave that to some of the men.