Tug-of-war

This week I had to wrap my head around the fact that I can not eat like I used to and maintain any weight loss.  It's been a psychological tug-of-war between fact and fiction.  I don't know if my "it's not fair" falls into the fact or fiction category, but that phrase has come to the forefront of my mind several times this week. 

I have made some wise choices on food this week and some not so wise choices.  I am starting to recognize both, even knowing that I what type of choice I was making.  So, I guess that is progress.  The scale shows it too, I only lost one-half pound this week.  But I am maintaining a 26+ pound weight loss since November 14, 2 months ago.  I am at my lowest weight in about four years and I have a few more pounds to lose for my lowest weight in many, many years!  :) 

Four years ago, I think I accomplished most of my weight loss by walking (i.e. exercising).  Once I stopped the daily walking, the pounds came back and increased my weight to levels I had never seen in my life.  This time I am concentrating more on my food and eating habits.  Exercising is great and I plan to start again.  However, I fully realize that I may not always have the opportunity to exercise due to unforeseen injury or illness that hinders any exercise.  Therefore, I plan to be able to eat food for sustenance and I need to develop good habits on the foods I choose and eat.

I have read tons of articles on weight loss and food.  I know that knowledge is a great tool.  Maybe I should have written that I am having a tug-of-war between knowledge and psyche.  May the best "man" win!  I am hoping that knowledge wins!

Fathers

They say that a woman will often marry a man just like her father. Of course when I married hubby, I thought, "No way is he like my father." Hubby was my knight-in-shining-armour. Well, the armour has gotten a little tarnished and tired looking after twenty years. Even worn through so that I can see that under that armour beats the heart of man that is like my father. He's always right. And if he's "always right," then anyone can guess that I feel always wrong. It's a tug-of-war.

As any tug-of-war game goes, it comes to a breaking point or someone falls in the mud. Today, I threw up the rope and said, "I'm tired!" Of course, that caused him to fall backwards with a mighty, "What the....?" Of course, those always-right people seem to always question how they could not be right again.

Needless to say, I'm going to work on pointing out the instances where he's always right or contradicts a statement or decision that I have made. All is fair in love and war or in a game of tug-of-war, right? Am I right in this? I am right in this, aren't I? Right?