I’ve been reading a little about mindfulness. When I am working out I try to clear out and just be present. One of things that I’ve been trying is counting to five when I reach that point in a workout when I want to quit. It gets me in a rhythm and before I know it I am through the rough patch.
Unfortunately Operation 180 is not just about working out. It would be so much easier. The weight loss game is mostly mental. Sure, you physically pick up that cupcake and ram it in your face but you have the power to stop it. It’s like that Seinfeld episode where the brain plays the penis in the chess match except it’s the brain vs. the rolls. I have created a mantra that seems to be working. When I am questioning continuing, when someone puts a plate of chicken wings in front me and says like the snake in the Garden of Eden, “Just have one. They will go to waste.” I try to start a sentence with these words “This is the last time...” It has proven to be very powerful. I do it in my head of course. No one wants to hear that douchebag.
This is last time I will ever be this heavy. This is the last time these pants are going to cut off my circulation. This is the last time someone will say “Mam, can you put your top back on?” This is the last time I will worry about getting the sugar. This is the last time I will wear an XL T-shirt. This is the last time I will run into someone from high school and lament my thinner days. This is the last time I will have to think about my weight. Everyday is the last day. Cross that shit off the list.
A mantra is a powerful thing.
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