I decided that I was going to try not to worry about my weight.
- because it is probably not that much of a health risk, as long as I am fit
- It has gotten me nowhere.
- It does not help my mood.
- When I obsess about weight, I obsess about food. And when I obsess about food, I eat more of the stuff. It is not the enemy.
- Most importantly – there are many more important things in life. The globe is warming, the poor are struggling, Tony Abbott may become Prime Minister and I sit here worrying about how my sass and bides are too tight.
So, using the CBT techniques, whenever I am obsessing about weight or food, to stop the thought and think about something else. Like drawing a picture. Or going on a run. Or what outfit I will wear. The shonky state of politics. My research proposals. Daniel Craig and George Clooney. I think about my weight more than the average fella thinks about sex. Which is quite a lot.
Any other thoughts on what I can think about?
So I have invested in a hair straightener and make my trademark the glossy bob. I have some fabulous red lippy. I will be happy with the clothes (and body) that I have.
It will be hard to stop checking out my reflection in store windows etc but instead of thinking “I look fat and slouchy”, I will think “wow, my butt is looking particularly proud and perky today”. I will challenge negative thoughts with “I can be a bit of orright”.
Ian was very happy with this.
Today, I am off to take my fabulous self to Coolum. I have packed my bathers too. And I will wear them with pride, I tells ya. I will not self-deprecate by worrying that I may get harpooned.
The groin that I strained on trailwalker is still playing up a bit, it seems that running stirs it up, so I will have a week or two off running and see how this goes. Plenty of elliptical/aerobics/swimming stuff I can do.