I went back today. Back to the Weight Loss Center.
I tried it online for a few months. I tracked and measured. I thought I could do it alone. I know the drill by now.
I did alright. Not great, but alright. My habits have changed so that I eat pretty healthy, most of the time these days and I exercise somewhat regularly too. But the ugly truth remains, with no one to answer to, I am not as disciplined with the tracking and as honest with my portions as I should be. Alone, I am not living up to the goals I set for myself.
I need a team. I need support. There is no shame in that.
As moms, we're often the alone. Oh, we might be surrounded by so many that we're never really by ourselves, but often the decisions we make and the planning we do is solitary. We are in our heads, charting the course, setting a path and executing the plans so that even when we interact with others we're only doing it halfway.
We need to seek a village. We need other moms or women or men who understand our particular plight-whether it's parenting, job-seeking or weight loss. This time, I needed a room full of fellow yo-yo-ers to keep me encouraged and a nice lady with a scale to keep me motivated. I went back and found my village. I'm tired of doing it alone.