Every single year in early January we make BIG declarations about what we are going to be better at this year. Exercise more! Lose weight! Money! Time management! No drinking! Putting yourself ‘out there’ more! More adventure! And so on. Monday, January 16th, will be what we call Blue Monday or better known as ‘The Most Depressing Day of The Year’. Christmas cheer has worn off, you’ve likely broken your resolutions, its flipping freezing out and your December credit card statement has arrived in your inbox. A dirty-dirty combination indeed.
I am going to focus on the one I think is the most common: lose weight. I don’t know about you, but most every weight related resolution I’ve ever made has not happened or if it happened it wasn’t maintained long term. I go out of the gate strong, planning, hitting the gym, packing my lunch and then I fall off the self betterment rails – thus making the resolution a failure. Left with tight pants, a gym membership not being used and a bad case of the guilt’s for not using it (and for failing at the big resolution). Oprah is a favorite of mine and as you most certainly know she has dealt with weight her entire life. Up and down. Skinny to fat – fat to skinny. This was all under the watchful eye of the world. I remember she once said that when her pants don’t fit her she feels the exact same way as anyone else does. The difference being she was photographed, scrutinized and criticized. How could someone who has chefs and trainers at her beck and call, still fail at weight loss? Over the last few years, she says, she has changed her relationship with her body (and food). In the past she focused on hating her thighs, criticizing her body and dieting. Instead, she changed her thoughts: it isn’t about a diet, but instead a commitment to see things differently. Starting out from a place of gratitude and positivity instead of a state of self loathing. It isn’t about saying: I am cutting out sugar! I am cutting out carbs! I am cutting out gluten! I am cutting out wine! I am running a marathon! Or when I lose 20 pounds I’ll be HAPPY. I’ve run 3 half marathons in my life and when I did them I lost weight. I hated every-single-minute of it. That runners high everyone talks about. I never achieved it. The only high I ever felt was when I crossed the finish line and thought THANK JESUS that is over and I was able to take off my two sports bras. Resolution statements are usually short term – 5 pounds down and then 7 back on when you start to eat pasta again or stop doing whatever you were doing as it probably wasn’t enjoyable!
Here are a few things I know about myself:
- I am not a naturally thin woman
- I love amazing food and culinary experiences
- I am not a lover of winter
- My disdain for winter causes me to not be as active
- 1 + 2 + 3 +4 = weight gain over the winter
So, here is my little attitude-behaviour changing story: I started to change my winter attitude about 7 years ago when I got a dog. That little white rocket requires me to hit the pavement no matter what day, no matter what season and no matter what weather. My brother and his family got a dog last year too. I already bring Millie to work with me, so it only made sense to add him into the gang! I now walk to my brothers most days of the week, pick him up and deliver him back end of day. That’s about 8 km of extra walking a day. It helps them, he adds more joy to my day and it adds to my movement. So everyday I get nearly 10 km in. I know that I would rather walk 10 kms than run 1. It works for me. For the past 6 months I do hot yoga over my lunch on average 4 times a week. I love it. I am in competition with no one but myself. I am still not sporting a six pack (nor do I want to or ever will), but I feel healthy, it is consistent, it works for me and it creates a solid base. One pound, two pounds, three pounds… it has consistently come off. If I add anything more to more routine it makes a real difference. Rather than the usual January boom and bust and being cooped up inside wearing lululemon’s (which trick you into thinking you are not putting on weight) I am on the move when the snow flies! It is already a habit. Also, being single is definitely a way to keep yourself slimmer – just like in nature, when you’re on the hunt you’re hungry!!
Last year I spent a month in Australia where you would think I would have tipped the scales to the right. Nope. I lost weight. Why? Because I was on the go all day long. Walking, swimming, moving, talking and sweating from that glorious sunshine! Doing things I love to do. Not sitting in front of a computer, avoiding going out at lunch as it is freezing, and then crashing home in the dark (it is dark here shortly after 4 pm in the winter) cursing about my numb fingers.
In an effort to combat my winter weight I am doing the same thing this winter. Walking every day, downward dogging and sweating at hot yoga over lunch, going away on a trip mid-February to a hot country for 3 weeks, and I am going to keeping myself busy doing things that bring me joy. I’ll be busy doing things I love. Busy learning new things. Busy spending time with people who make my mind curious. Keeping my mind positive, laughing and feeling grateful for my life. I am going to bring out my French heritage – as you know those bitches are skinny and they eat cheese everyday. The secret is that they don’t deprive themselves and physical exercise generally flows within their daily life – the slow burn. I can guarantee you that when you lose 10 lbs by starving yourself or doing a physical activity you hate – the relationship you have with your body, food and exercise isn’t positive and it will limit you in other ways. The conversations we have with ourselves directly correspond to how we present ourselves to the outside world and those closest to us.
So, if you are looking to shed some lbs, get tighter or achieve some kind of health goal – don’t give your credit card so readily to a gym. Figure out what it is you really love to do, amuse-toi bien (have fun), do more of it and give yourself some self love along the way. I can guarantee if you asked someone else what they see when they see you – it isn’t your cellulite.