Wednesday, August 13, 2014

The Things I Believed

The things I believed before I lost a lot of weight:

You can only lose weight and keep it off through a "sensible lifestyle change." 

This is what I was told, that diets don't work and the way to keep weight in check is to find a sensible lifestyle that you can stick with for the long run. This sounds very logical, except for one tiny problem: the human body. The human body is often likened to a vehicle and food the fuel for its engine. But the human metabolism differs from internal combustion in one very important way. The human metabolism has an ulterior motive that transcends mere digestion -- it is designed to keep you alive. A car engine will happily self-destruct if it does not have the right fuel or lubrication. Your metabolism, if it senses possible danger ahead, will ADJUST. So you, the hapless pudgy person who wishes to drop a little tonnage, you give up dessert and then do the calorie math, figuring you should lose about a pound each week. Hah! Your metabolism says, "Gee, fewer calories available this week, don't want to use up the reserves quite yet, just in case you know, guess we'll s-l-o-w things down." Translation: you don't lose an ounce for all of your effort. The only way to get your metabolism's attention and convince it to give up a fat cell or two is to cut way back and make it believe starvation is imminent. In other words, you must go on a diet, and a strict one at that.

The best diet is...

...the Mediterranean diet. Or the Paleo diet. Or the Ornish diet. Or the Grapefruit diet. Low-carb. High protein. Gluten-free. Vegan. There are a gazillion diets out there and each one has its devoted adherents. In actuality, though, there is no one best diet that works for everyone. The best diet is the one that works best for you. One thing I rarely hear discussed, however, it that the best diet for you to lose weight may not be the best diet for you to maintain that weight loss. How to find the best maintenance diet? No one can tell you. It is all trial and error in my experience. What makes it even more maddening is that what works best for you may change over time. I am currently dealing with a post-menopausal metabolism deceleration and I haven't found what works best for me now, only that what I was doing before no longer works. Plus, sadly, my margin of error, my ability to treat myself once in a while without weight gain, has also decreased.

You have to treat yourself occasionally, otherwise you will feel deprived, and as sure as Jerry follows Ben, feelings of deprivation will lead to massive food fails. 

First, let's define a few terms. "Treat" does not mean roasted Brussels sprouts or sautéed kale. "Treat" means something full of fat and sugar and salt. Chocolate. Ice cream. Cheese doodles. "Occasionally" does not mean at Christmas and on your birthday, it means on a somewhat regular basis, at least once a week. Except, I have found that occasionally eating, say, creamsicle soft serve, does not satisfy my desire for creamsicle soft serve. It only makes me want MORE. And that is because foods full of fat, sugar and salt are addictive substances, designed to hook you with every bite. Eating these foods "occasionally" makes me feel more deprived than never eating them. I have found that the best way to deal with cravings for creamsicle soft serve is to avoid being anywhere near it. Sometimes I imagine that maybe I can cheat at cheating, try the sugar-free frozen yogurt instead, because it's healthier.

You can treat yourself with "healthier" versions of your favorite foods.

This is a really insidious concept because it sounds so sensible on the surface, but in reality it chains you to your old way of eating. Yes, lasagna made with vegetables is healthier for you than the gooey richness of the original meat-laden version, but it is still lasagna and still packs a calorie punch. And it reinforces the idea that "good food" is a creamy, cheesy, sloppy mess. Better to eat something completely different, like a medley of roasted vegetables. The fact is that you have to make a radical change to your eating habits to keep off the weight you lost and the more completely you embrace that new reality, the greater your chances of success. A warning though. Do not make a big splash about embracing your new food reality at a major holiday or family celebration. If you are foolish enough to attempt this, you will quickly learn that nobody wants fruits and vegetables at Thanksgiving. They want mounds of stuffing and mashed potatoes smothered in gravy, green beans and crispy onions in cream of mushroom soup, and pie, lots of pie, a la mode, please. Is it any wonder that weight comes back?

The weight always comes back.

This is a tough one, because for most people the weight DOES come back. Case in point, I am working on losing a 30 pound regain right now. But, here's the thing. Saying that the weight always comes back seems to presuppose that it is inevitable, that complex and not fully understood biological or psychological factors doom us to perpetual plumpdom. But what about the social and cultural support, or lack thereof, that the intrepid weight-maintaining person receives? In my experience, trying to navigate the food environment has been the hardest part of maintaining my weight loss. Harder than cravings, harder than changing habits, harder than resisting creamsicle soft serve. You see, no matter how much weight you've lost, there is always someone who's made "something special just for you," and is insistent that you eat it because, after all, one little bite can't hurt. Or someone who wants to go out and "treat yourself to something special," because, after all, you deserve it. Of course, "something special" is never poached salmon and steamed broccoli. By definition, "something special" is " something that will make you gain weight." Like creamsicle soft serve. Or lasagna. Or pie.

One final bite: 

I always thought that weight gain and loss was about what I put in my mouth. Maybe it's time to pay more attention to the beliefs we put in our heads.

4 comments:

  1. Brilliant last sentence. Just went through this whole process yesterday. Told myself I could eat out. Obsessed for a day or two about how many calories that would be/how I would eat too much and feel stuffed/etc. Got happy at the thought of coming straight home from the gym and having a "special" meal at home (had an avocado in the fridge.) Then told myself I could stop at the farmer's market for a cookie since I wasn't eating out. Then I obsessed about how I would feel after I ate that sugar/fat/salt bomb. Remembered some frozen yogurt concoction I had made myself that was in the freezer. Got happy about having that for a treat. (staying sugar free as much as possible is very helpful to me.)

    And now I am leaving for a two week vacation. Guess what I'm obsessing about?

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    1. Debby, are you obsessing about every possible food situation you might encounter on vacation and developing Plans A, B & C? Exhausting, isn't it?

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  2. Several of the points mentioned struck a chord with me. First, I totally agree about the lack of social and cultural support. Throughout my entire adult life I have endured comments along the lines of “well, obviously, you don’t have to worry about what you eat”. Really?!! Perhaps there are those fortunate people who can eat whatever they want without gaining an ounce. I am not one of them. Never was. Every day I struggle, deprive, panic, plan, and adjust what I eat in an ongoing battle to maintain my weight. It’s a constant juggling act – was that cottage cheese low fat? Probably not – add 200 calories – is that 20 more minutes on the treadmill or 30? (Depends on speed and incline, add 30 minutes at 4.1 mph and 2.0 incline just to be sure). Oh, wait. Can't work out today - add to tomorrow (along with yesterday's missed workout). Was that 1/3 of a slice of cheesecake 175 calories? 210? 316? For someone who hates math, the calculations are mind-boggling and endless. Then, as Sandy so astutely points out – our bodies betray us as we age. Is there some “retirement” reward for a lifetime of hard work, suffering, and denial? NO! For the past 7 years, since I went through menopause, I have gained an average of 4 pounds a year. This, in spite of more vigilance and extra activity. Perhaps not horribly alarming on its own, but, at 57, I would like to live another 30 years or so. Does that mean I can look forward to adding another 120 pounds? So, I say it’s a combination of what we put in our mouths AND in our heads. And, the next time some spunky waitress asks me what I want to order, my answer will be lentil soup, liposuction, and a lobotomy, please and thank you.

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