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Spark Coach

I started a program on SparkPeople called Spark Coach. It's a daily tool for wellness that is designed and personalized to help keep me on track and making progress. I'm not sure how I'll like it, whether I'll actually use it, or if it's going to work even if I do use it, but nevertheless, I'm trying it. 

I'm actually quite disappointed in myself. I woke up late for work because our power was out, so I was -- upon waking -- immediately pissed. Then, as if I didn't know it would be a bad idea, I stepped on the scale to learn I'd gained three pounds since the last time I weighed myself. Pardon my french, but what the fuck?

I then went to work and proceeded to eat practically an entire 8 ounce bag of yogurt-covered raisins over the course of the day. Before driving home and making a smoothie (hey, props for that) and cooking a personal pizza for dinner. I'm sorry, but these are not behaviors I know to be a true description of myself. Where is this coming from, what has prompted this rapid and despicable consumption?

I've been watching Sex and the City for the last few weeks -- it was not a series I was ever interested in when it was airing, but now that I'm closer to the age of the characters, I can relate. The odd thing is, it makes me want to go out, drink cosmos, shop, and flirt. Again, such bizarre behaviors for me - although these urges I'm not acting on like I am the eating ones. 

I also know I haven't been drinking enough water lately. My bottle usually travels with me, but I've gotten so lax about it, I totally forgot it at home today (or maybe I forgot it because I was such a wreck headed to work this morning). Okay, so the lack of water intake could have a little something to do with the appetite increase. Nine times out of ten, the brain confuses the thirst sensation for hunger. Stop next time you think you WANT to eat and ask yourself, have I had any water lately? First, go for the water, if the water doesn't please the desire, then go for a light snack. Then again, who the hell am I to give that kind of advice?

So back to the Spark Coach. The first action item I had was a visualization: 
Imagine dropping off your now-too-big clothes at a secondhand store after you've reached your goal weight. How does it feel to let that part of your past go for good?

Here's what I think: My target weight requires me to lose a total of 42 pounds. With that victory comes a serious need for an entirely new wardrobe. And that, my lovely compadres, requires a seriously plump wallet. 

So -- hypothetically how does it feel to let that part of my past go for good? It feels euphoric to have accomplished what once was such a daunting task. It feels overwhelming AND exciting to have to buy all new clothes. It feels liberating to know I'm finally fully pleased with my body. 

Spark Coach: step one -- complete. 

Comments

Cary McNeal said…
Good for you, A. How goes it? Is it helping to use the site?

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