Belly wedgie (noun).
Definition: The condition of having the fabric of one’s
shirt caught between rolls of belly fat. Use: She tugged at her shirt to free
her belly wedgie from the folds of her stomach.
As I sit here, I can feel my stomach pressed up against the
restrictively tight waistband of my jeans. Well, half of my stomach. The other
half has burst over the top of said waistband, liberating itself from the
prison that is this pair of too-tight jeans.
I'm desperate to hike my pants up to contain my bulge, but I'm in
a room full of people. So, I have to settle for executing the "oh, just
tugging at my shirt to make sure it falls right" move, which is really
just a subtle way of disengaging the fabric from the folds of my stomach fat. It’s
what I call a belly wedgie.
How on earth did I get here?
After four years of keeping my weight off, I've watched as the
number on the scale crept up over the past two years.
A few pounds here. A few pounds there.
No big deal, I told myself. I can get that under control pretty
quickly.
And now all of a sudden, it seems, I gained 15 pounds. I can't
believe that number. How did this happen?
I could tell you I had a hard time with reintegration when my
husband returned from deployment. I could tell you I haven't been sleeping
well. I could tell you I hurt my knee and had to have surgery. I could tell you
these things because they are all true.
But, it is also true that I let it happen. Again.
It's that last word that stings so acutely.
Again.
I knew better. I worked so hard all those years ago. And now?
I've got half of that work to do all over. Again.
It is so much harder to do something again than for the first
time.
First-timers have that doe-eyed optimism that seasoned folks
lose. It becomes increasingly difficult to build up one's enthusiasm for a
second, third, fourth time.
"THIS will be the time it sticks for good," we tell
ourselves. But in the back of our minds, we wonder, "Will it?"
If the logic is true that if we did it once, we can do it again;
then doesn't the logic also hold true that if we let ourselves go once, we can
let ourselves go again?
Yes.
And that can be a scary thought for us repeat offenders.
On top of that, we have a whole helping of guilt, blame and shame
that we've served ourselves. Just like the ice cream and chips, we eat it up.
At least, I did.
Yes, I should hold myself accountable, but there's a fine line
between taking responsibility and being a bully.
Instead of asking myself how I got here, I should be asking
myself, "Now what?"
I started working with a personal trainer again. After slacking
off on my workouts, I am building my strength back up. And I'm not judging
myself - too harshly, anyway – for only being able to lift five
pounds.
I’ve also started tracking my food again. I’m
no longer deluding myself that I haven’t eaten that much. There it is in
black and white.
As odd as it sounds, by being beholden to the trainer and tracker,
I feel more in control. It’s liberating.
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