During my last few posts, I talked about building healthy habits, creating a lifestyle change that fits your needs, etc. But that doesn’t really sound like fun, right? Well, in my opinion, if you don’t enjoy what you’re trying to do, you’re doing it wrong.
Some of you may know I follow a few basic nutrition rules – I threw out the various cheap&fast snacks (chips, pizza rolls, the usual suspects), and I stopped drinking sugary anything. That paired with the regular sessions with my trainer and the group classes I join in has helped me get the weight off (all 60 lbs) and keep it off consistently over the past 6 years.
6 years is a long time if you’re not enjoying yourself. So where’s this “misbehaving” coming in?
Steak. Sashimi. The luxury of personal training sessions with the best trainer I’ve ever met (and his arsenal of questionable jokes). Those times when I indulge in the foods that are ridiculously high in quality and value (and maybe a little over my budget in cost). Wrestling classes. Throwing my body into a challenging workout then bingeing on beef the second I’m able to eat again. That’s a damn good day. (Throwing people is fun. Everyone should try it.)
If you’ll remember from the post about habits and reality, I’ve been doing this for a long time. That means my body has been so adjusted to this lack of sugar and processed crap that it no longer is fun for me to eat it. So I don’t. I don’t play along like a good little follower when people are filling themselves with stuff that is more production than produce. I’m not concerned (and thankfully my friends aren’t either) when I just don’t do shots, fries, etc. I have no problem getting down n’ dirty, I just don’t do it with the cheap stuff you get everywhere.
If I’m going to subject my poor stomach to the onslaught of dairy and sugar (in ice cream form), that is going to be some damn good ice cream that I almost never can get. If I’m going to have a drink, there’s only one shot I actually like (Fireball whiskey), and I’m such a lightweight I only need the one. I pretty much have to aim dead on if I’m going to misbehave, because I’ve structured my life to avoid those things easily. When I miss the mark, it is NOT enjoyable. There needs to be a reason for me to break out of my Zone of Convenience. There is no accidentally falling off my plan. (No, I didn’t fall into a bowl of ice cream and have to eat my way out. That sounds wrong any way you scoop it.)
What I’m saying is that my level of enjoyment absolutely HAS to outweigh the consequences when I’m misbehaving. With the foods I’m used to eating now, that’s a pretty low bar (can you say speed bump?). My body likes them, and the food tastes like food (because it is… weird, right?). With the other foods my body has a tougher time with (chocolate, dairy and bread), it’s a much higher bar – it better be the good stuff. With junk food, the bar is insurmountable (hence the name “junk” food).
If you’re going to misbehave, make it count. (Also, I loves me some Firefly.)