Dieting is a bloody pain. This isn’t news, of course, but after a while, it can really begin to piss you off. It’s not so much that you CAN’T do it, but rather, the aching reality of the fact that you CAN do it, and haven’t. Nothing is so liable to make me annoyed as falling short of my own expectations of myself.
But it’s a tricky balance, not least because sometimes, weight loss seems the most important thing — and other times, just being comfortable and being happy seems to trump it. Obviously, the ideal case is having both, and you can have that sometimes — but on any given day, the two may for some reason refuse to coexist, and then you have to decide which one’s more important to you on the day.
So, today, I come back from the Being Comfortable and Happy position, and return myself to the Must Lose Some Weight position, which is a bit like landing on one of the larger chutes on the board (or snakes, if you’re English). And for today, I’m finding that the Being Comfortable and Happy position coincides quite nicely with the Must Lose Some Weight one. But somewhere down the line, I know they won’t. And that’ll be the rub.