|This woman's face hidden|
to protect her dignity.
I was reminded of my fanny pack yesterday when talking about - what else? - holiday weight loss with a friend. I explained a visual tool I use when I find myself eating something my body has no use for: putting that food into a fanny pack that is strapped across my waist.
For example, fudge. When my stomach growls and I give it fudge, it's less than grateful. I mean, what is a hungry body going to do with fudge? So it politely thanks me for the fudge, tucks it into the fanny pack, and then 10 minutes later tries again:
"I'm hungry. The fudge was great but I need something I can work with. Perhaps some whole grains and a little protein?"
And let's say I give it a Christmas cookie. My stomach may take that cookie, put it into the fanny pack, zip it up, and say, "thanks, but not really what I needed. I need something I can use for fuel. Let's try again." And the cycle continues. You keep feeding, it keeps storing, and you know what happens. The belly that shakes like a bowl full of jelly happens. And in January you look into the mirror and say, "but I only had a few bites!"
Look - when you eat something that is nutritionally bankrupt, your body has no need for it. So it tucks it into your virtual fanny pack and asks for something else. If you keep giving it stuff it can't use, that fanny pack is going to get more and more full.
Have you ever tried to sit down wearing a fully-loaded fanny pack? I have, both literally and figuratively. It ain't cute either way. I've got too much that I want to do in a day to carry around that extra stuff.
Take off the fanny pack! Stop putting things into it! When you get to a table laden with holiday goodies, imagine yourself unzipping your fanny pack, putting all of the stuff inside, and carrying it around with you all day.
It's a pretty darn accurate analogy if I do say so myself. :) So get on with it!