We need to talk more about the struggles and the hard stuff of making changes/working towards a goal. Focusing on the end results, instant gratification here, quick fixes there, really effs up a person living in the real world.
Example: I tell my patients that it’s impossible for changes and healing of the body to happen overnight. You cannot rush nature, no matter what card is pulled. It takes time, and always more than we would like.
What makes me want to pull my hair out is that my patients think something is fundamentally WRONG with them when things don’t happen quickly. Why? Because the mess of going through change is never talked about. We all go through it. We should definitely talk more about it.
Here’s my mess over the past few days. I am sta-rugggggling with my meal plan. I am on a ‘cut’, which means that I am eating a lower amount of calories everyday to drop body fat. My abdomen and trunk area got pretty squishy after my appendix surgery, and my self image was very affected. So, I started doing a cut to nip it in the bud so I don’t have to prolong feeling poopy.
The calories I am consuming are definitely enough to get me through the day, but my energy levels are lower and my workouts are not as intense as I would prefer them to be. It sucks. I hate it. It makes me cranky. It’s really hard and takes every ounce of willpower I have to stay on track.
I only have 6 days left of this cut and I almost through in the towel. You know the Chef from the Muppets? That’s how I sound when I want to quit or give up, except it’s whiny. Throw in some Charlie Brown ‘wa womp wa womp’, and that’s meeeee.
The thing that kept me on track was thinking about how I would feel if I quit. It was 1000% worse than how I was feeling at that moment.
If I don’t change my behaviour, I can’t expect to see change. Changing behaviour is hard. Even if I know it’s what I’m supposed to be doing, it’s all so uncomfortable.
BLARG. So, I’ll keep moving forward knowing that this speed bump shall pass. The end goal will be that much sweeter knowing that I didn’t give up.