Dieting Motivation, Part 1
How do you keep up the fight day after day? The canon of literature on dieting motivation is huge. I hesitate to add to it, but a reader brought up how she was struggling with it so I thought I'd do my best to help.
Reason 1: Surgical complications
My most powerful recent motivators are complex. Most vivid has been the fact that I have to administer weekly injections into the abdomen of someone very close to me. It's a very difficult experience to begin with. No one likes getting shots, and giving them is actually worse for me.
Luckly the injection device is an almost foolproof springloaded thingie that you basically press deeply into the person's stomach, use your thumb to press a button on to, and wait for the plunger to rise on its own. It clicks upon completion and the needle is withdrawn automatically. After a year I still find the whole process somewhat terrifying, because what if the needle doesn't retract the way it's supposed to? How long should I wait if it does fail? Will I cause damage on the way out if my wrist isn't completely straight? There's even a tiny irrational fear that the needle will get stuck somehow. So I mentally time the wait for the injection to complete.
That person has gained quite a bit of weight since the injections began. The time required has almost doubled, which means that each week I get a little more nervous that something will go wrong.
Being a part of this process has brought vividly home how additional weight could complicate a medical procedure. I will probably need some abdominal surgery (not bariatric) in the foreseeable future. Seeing up close how much worse weight gain has made the injections was very, very cautionary.
Reason 2: Age!
I have always been honest with myself about my weight. Obesity did not sneak up on me. I very often made conscious choices, such as choosing work over health. This is obviously risky. I made a private deal with myself that I had until about 50 to take drastic action. It's an arbitrary number, but the fact is you hear about a lot more people dropping dead of heart attacks in their late 40s than in their late 30s.
Starting around 45 I started working out with a physical trainer but did not address diet. This was on purpose. I correctly decided it would be hard enough to handle the training, so I'd not yet worry about eating less. The results are, surprise surprise, mixed. I can now drop and do 40 pushups with excellent form. I can do crunches forever. I'm also at least 100 pounds overweight and have high cholesterol and dangerous high blood sugar. (Or did. I would be very surprised if I had either at the moment. My diet is very well balanced, so both problems should disappear soon. I will get them tested when I find a new doctor (mine moved) and report back.)
Reason 3: Vanity
My wife is lovely, though quite accepting of my weight. I don't like her to be seen with a fat schlub. I'm sure my kids don't like having the fattest dad in their school. They too are very, very kind about it.
Once I was going into a restaurant that faces a busy street. And by "restaurant" I mean a calorific '50s-style diner that specializes in milk shakes. A guy in a truck screamed as he drove by "Get out of there, fatty!".
I was going in for a milk shake. He was rude... but he was right. (Of course I had the milk shake anyway.)
Reason 4: Practicality
I travel way more than I'd like. I could barely get the airplane seatbelt snapped shut. That's bad.
It means I'm the fat guy no one wants to sit next to. That's worse. Because on an airplane they don't have any choice. Truth is I can afford first class and usually pay for it, but it bothers me that I could buy a nice guitar for the extra airfare.
The Really Good News
After about two and a half grueling, withdrawal-wracked, insomniacal weeks of dieting at 1,000 calories a day, something astounding happened. Motivation has started to increase, and my obsession with food has decreased somewhat. I am changing.
More on that later.
