Why isn’t there a universal diet that everyone can go on that works for everyone? Because diets don’t work. As a society, we’ve already established that. Why we keep flogging that dead horse is another topic altogether. If diets worked, there would be only one diet that everyone goes on and it would work for everyone. Have I said everyone enough times? So…what’s the alternative? Well…over the many years of trying this and that, I keep going back to a few things that have sort of worked for me. However, I didn’t combine them together, because it always seemed like too much effort. I either did the food thing really well or the exercise thing really well. As a teenager, I went to a GP who hypnotized me and I still have a picture in my mind of how he got me to visualize myself slim. The fact that a memory that old still recurs from time to time seems significant. As an adult, I also actually did 3 years of low carbing, then 2 years of Curves, fairly faithfully, but could never seem to combine the three [hypnosis, good food and exercise] at the same time to get something going that really worked synergistically. Seems like a really small problem for the average person that does all these things naturally, but when your primal survival fat programming is turned on full blast like mine is, everything you do is against what your instincts are telling you to do. In order to survive, your body is saying, “Get fat! There’s another famine coming!” “Don’t exercise! You have to conserve energy [fat] for the next famine!” a.k.a. diet. And after 30 odd diets, or periods of starvation, I can imagine that primal centre in my brain is practically screaming blue murder at my subconscious. Diets create a famine scenario and they mess up your metabolism. Your primal mind doesn’t know the difference between a diet and a famine. Your conscious mind gets overridden by the beliefs you hold in your subconscious, which is dictated to by the primal part of your brain that is saying “Get Fat and stay that way as long as possible!” So. Are we folks who are genetically and experientially pre-disposed to excess adipose doomed to a fat existence? I just don’t know. I’ve been overweight to varying degrees for at least 30 years. When I started Food Lovers Fat Loss Program, 17 days ago, it was the heaviest I’d ever been. Even when I carried a full-term baby. Talk about a wakeup call.
In the meantime, while the rest of the world ponders the inevitable, and finally comes to the realization that only a few of us have come to so far; that fat is not a fat person’s fault and that diets don’t work [and hopefully all the thin people feel really, really guilty for all the pain they’ve caused us], I’m pulling out all the stops. I’m battling the mind with hypnosis CD’s, and the metabolism by eating 6 small meals a day and exercising daily; cardio and weights alternating. All of these tools and recommendations are in the Food Lovers Fat Loss Program. It is completely comprehensive and fights the battle on all fronts. Because the hypnosis has started to kick in a little, I’m more willing to exercise. Because the exercise is happening, I’m feeling slightly more energetic and even increased my cardio from 15 to 25 minutes today. I was sweating like the proverbial pig, but…at least I did it. Because the food I’m eating isn’t disgusting and I’m never hungry for more than a few minutes, that seems to be going well too. I still find some of my old programming skimming across the movie screen of my mind, but I’m not buying into it the way I used to. There’s a new phrase that keeps coming to mind: “I’m just not that person anymore.” Don’t know where it came from, but it seems to make me pause when an old belief pops up, “I’m doomed. I’ll never lose weight. My family is all fat, so I will be too. Etcetera,” before I accept a belief that doesn’t work for me and wallow in it. I think the fact that I am working up to each of these things gradually has a lot to do with my recent, albeit minimal, success. We’ll just have to wait and see what time will bring.
By the way, the lasagne and sloppy joes went over well with everyone, except my son, who is built like me and has his fat programming turned on full blast. When he whined, we ignored him and the other two vultures ate his. It’s all about survival baby. Maybe I will eventually be enough of an example for him that his conscious mind will take control long enough for him to be able to put the fat programming on hold and try these methods together. Here’s hoping!
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