My name is Karen and I am a (reforming) yo-yo dieter. And today is National Yo-Yo Day. Really. There is such a thing.
In honor of this dubious holiday, I thought I’d put on my (over) thinking cap and reflect back on my years of weight ups and downs and my vast experience as a serial dieter who has spent way too much time stuck on this crazy rollercoaster ride.
But then I changed my mind. As I looked back at the stats (I’d at some point compiled) that show my weight each January since 1999. As I stared at the color-coded chart, courtesy of my husband, that clearly illustrated the many jagged gains and losses for the past decade. It doesn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. My weight has gone up. My weight has gone down. And up. And down. Over and over and over again. Sometimes up higher or down lower; sometimes varied by a much lesser amount. But rarely stable for any long period of time.
I can see the dip that reflects my successful stint on Weight Watchers when I reached “lifetime.” I can see the uptick that followed, when I stopped going and stopped counting points and stopped following the plan. I can see the dip when I first tried The South Beach Diet. And the subsequent regain when I
struggled failed to maintain. And the dips the subsequent two or three (or more) times on South Beach. (Always great for losing; rarely, for me, as with anything, great for maintaining.)
I can see a trend that in most years I, like so many of you, gradually lost beginning in January with new resolutions firmly in place. And then, unlike so many of you, reversed that trend beginning late summer as I once again experienced the slippery slope of regain through the fall and into the holiday eating season.
I was consistent in my inconsistency.
Ah, the irony that my father, in his youth, was an actual yo-yo champion. Clearly I am a yo-yo champion of a different sort.
And, yes, as some of you know, even in the past (almost) two and a half years of blogging (about what I thought would be the end to this insanity), I have experienced more downs and ups. But, I am happy that I can at least say that the ups have been less and less and less.
And now my yo-yo bounces by only a few pounds. Which, if I am being honest with myself, isn’t a yo-yo at all but is, dare I say it, normal.
I’d like to declare that my yo-yo days are over. I think they are. Really, I do. Because I can also say that I think I have FINALLY learned enough from my many years of “dieting” and regaining that I can rewrite my script going forward. What have I learned? (You may ask.) Well, that’s a long post for another day. But the bottom-line is… that if I eat what I used to eat… I will weigh what I used to weigh. And no “weigh” do I want to do that again!
Photo credit: [TammieKaye]
Side note: I’m in Pennsylvania all week, helping my son move into his new apartment. (Yes, my third road trip in as many months.) Not sure how much internet access I’ll have so you probably won’t see me around the blogworld. But I couldn’t resist setting this post up in advance; it’s not often one has such a unique holiday to celebrate:)