If you asked my husband to use three words to describe me, “patient” would not be one of them. If you asked him to use twenty words, “patient” would not be one of those, either. When it comes to people, I’m as patient as can be (except with my husband, oops), but when it comes to situations, I’m unbearably anxious to move forward, move on, or get something done.
When I started my weight loss work in January, I started using this handy little app that estimates how fast you’ll lose weight based on your moving average weight loss. According to Happy Scale, I was going to be at my goal by September. Nine months to my goal? I was so down with that.
Well life happened, and pretty soon my weight loss, while still relatively consistent, was much slower. Happy Scale was making me unhappy as it kept pushing out my goal date to October, then November. I soon began to get frustrated. Seeing a loss on the scale wasn’t enough – I wanted a big loss, darnit! I wanted to keep zipping forward and arrive at my goal ASAP because I’m Taylor and I’m always in a hurry.
I had a major wake-up call the other day when Brandon and I went to the fair. We were about to dig into a batch of deep fried oreos (which I’d planned for), when Brandon caught me looking up the nutrition facts for deep fried oreos (Life tip: do not do that). I wanted to know whether I could afford to eat just two, or if I could spring for three.
Brandon quickly sassed me for having my phone out and worrying about my oreos instead of just enjoying them. I responded by complaining that my weight loss had slowed down and I was trying to keep the momentum going. That’s when Brandon made an incredibly important point: my weight loss was slower than it could be because I was enjoying life.
He pointed out that I could cut out ALL sugary stuff and coffee drinks and everything else that makes life worth living, and be at my goal much quicker….but what kind of life would that be? I’m a foodie and a fun-loving person, and having a few drinks with my mom or going out for deep fried oreos with him is something I’ve chosen to prioritize.
That really hit me. Am I still sticking to my plan, being disciplined about what I eat, and working out as much as I can? Yep! That’s a heck of a lot better than where I started, and I’m still seeing progress – it’s just slow.
I think no matter what your goal, we’ve all had to decide: How important is my goal exactly? Is my goal worth giving up literally everything in life, or is this a goal I’m going to balance with everything else? In my rush to see results and to finally be at my goal weight, I was expecting the results of the “give up everything” strategy while pursuing the “balance” strategy. It made no sense.
Weight Watchers peeps have a name for people who lose weight slowly: the Turtle Club. At first, I was glad I wasn’t part of the Turtle Club. Then, I tried to deny that I was a member. Now, I’m working on fully embracing it. If there’s one thing my impatient self needs to learn, it’s that sometimes it’s less about the destination and more about the journey. My journey is slow and involves deep fried oreos, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.