I was talking with a friend about health and fitness and fat loss stuff. He said that after surveying a great number of colleagues, there were only three people who could come up with clients or friends (one person a piece) who had had fat loss, kept it off for more than a year, and didn’t obsess about food.
Three people who had long term fat loss without obsessing about food….among hundreds of people.
Even in a relatively localized, informal survey that number is staggering.
The nutrition major in me ran through all the implications and theories and “holy crap”ness of it all. But that was quickly silenced because my next thought was to make it about me.
I wanted to reply that I’ve lost more than a fair amount of weight and kept it off. But then I had to reconsider. What does “without obsessing about food” really mean?
I try to be mindful about food. I’ve certainly had moments that I’ve obsessed about it. I’ve tried a lot of things over the last eight years to see what works–to find a good fit. I’ve had many a time floundering in the abyss of disordered thinking that centers around food to the point of drowning in it. That’s certainly not “not obsessing about food”.
Still tho, I got to thinking that I want to be number four on that list. I’m at a new place right now where I already have the food thing figured out. There’s low need for obsessing. This aligns nicely with the refocus I’ve been practicing. Filling my days with all the things instead of all things food, and mindfully nourishing and honoring my body.
One day I would like to say that I lost fat, kept it off, and wasn’t obsessed with food. It feels really reasonable. I’ve done the first two. I still have more fat I could lose, but it’s not my focus; it’s just the potential natural side effect of my goals. I have a picture in my head of what “not obsessed” could look like and I plan to be there in six months’ time.
Not perfection. Not all black and white. Not 100% of the everything. Not unforgiving. Not finding a different thing to be obsessed about. Just a timeline and a picture.
*I can understand how this can seem a bit counterintuitive. Aren’t I technically obsessing over this by trying to *not* obsess over it? Is that worth the risk? Does it count? How can I even measure it?
The answer is this: If I don’t think to think about it, I’m not obsessed. That’s all I’m going for.