Popular thinking around weight loss and maintenance states that in order to succeed you must have a support system. Your significant other, kids, friends, weight loss support group are needed to help you on your journey.
I think it would be nice to have a support group cheering me on, but I don't.
I am a true introvert and don't have friends that I can discuss my weight loss with. I don't go to WW anymore and my husband ...
Well let me tell you about him ...
He tries, bless him, but he loves his food and he still equates feeding me with demonstrating his love for me [God forbid he would just say it!!]. So he loves to bring me food as a present. In the old days I used to get woken up to McDonalds hotcakes for breakfast, or ham and cheese croissants. He loves to cook big, hearty, comforting food for me. I have never been a "foodie" and until my mid life crisis, I didn't even think about it too much. Hence, I never cooked - couldn't be bothered, so he was [and is] the chef around here.
So in his defence he has tried to do low fat for me and now he is trying to do low carb meals. He does say that he is so confused about what is good and bad food for me that he's close to giving up. We do eat independently a lot [he cooks his, I cook mine] but I am subjected to temptation quite often.
Diet experts call this type of person a saboteur and even suggest that I should get rid of this person out of my life altogether. Not a chance folks!
Mr Katie doesn't think my new fit body is an improvement on the heavier version -- he told me tonight that there is one person he would leave me for -- Nigella Lawson. Yes, that is his perfect woman -- curved and culinary!! and that's not me anymore [the curved bit]. He's a breast man who adores voluptuous women, the type I used to be.
Do I think he'll leave me for someone fatter? [I bet you don't hear that very often!!]. Of course not, but if he did, it wouldn't be my fault. It would be his choice. I am sure he loves me no matter what I look like just as I love him even though he doesn't look like _____ [insert sexy bodybuilders name here - ummm I don't know any].
So part of the deal that comes with marriage is meeting each other half way. He makes sure there are enough eggs for breakfast, he cooks lots of veges and chicken, he buys expensive fish as a treat but he also offers me chips, sausage rolls, rum and coke and all the other things he is eating. He has never said "you look better now than you did before", and he has never said "should you be eating that?"
So I don't have a support system ... and I have a saboteur in my life. But I don't care. This is for me, and me alone.
Besides, I actually do have a virtual group of friends who help me through the tough times. They come from all over the world, they have good days and bad days, they are fat and thin, they are fitness freaks and couch potatoes, some have amazing challenges they face everyday that make my struggles seem pathetic. Of course I mean the community of Bloggers I visit everyday. You let me know I am not alone, that I am not mental, that I don't have an eating disorder, that this is "normal" for people like us. People who live in the real world, with real lives, and real struggles -- that's who we are.
Support is great, but to be brutal, I am the only person who decides to work out, puts food in my mouth, and decides what my internal monologue is. No virtual or actual support system can do any of that for me. I need to do that for myself. So that is what I am doing. All by myself!!