I think I am making progress on my Paleo diet. But it’s going very sloooowwwly. And that’s the point at which danger strikes. Well, not danger in the sense of man-eating sharks descending upon me nor dragons shooting firey breathe. Or marauders… marauding. No the danger is that lack of progress, or lack of fast-enough progress, sends you heading for the ‘fridge or the biscuit barrel and to hell with dieting!
When you start a diet, you’re all fired up and eager to get going. You’ve made the decision to lose weight. You’ve faced your fatness full on and said, no more! This has to go. And at first it goes well. Like when you first have a baby, everyone is all over you, showering you with gifts and congratulations. Balloons, champagne, flowers, chocolates. Then it all stops, often quite abruptly. And you’re on your own now. You must face this battle alone. And the middle bit is often the hardest.
You squeeze your middle and there’s still WAAAAY too much of it. Will it ever go? Once it was the thighs that stubbornly refused to budge, even give you a quarter of an inch. Now it’s the vast tummy area. It will not budge no matter how much you stick to your diet, how rigid and strict you are. Go on, it mocks you! Try and get rid of me! I’m not going anywhere…
So what do you do? The initial high of losing that first stone is now long gone. Now you’re expected to show a further loss and keep on showing it. If the middle stone is tough to start shifting, what is the last one going to be like?
Having like most dieters lost weight in the past – and natch put it all back on with extra to keep it company – I know that the last bit isn’t actually all that difficult in fact, if I could skip this horrible middle bit and get straight to the end, I know I’ll be fine.
When you’re on a roll and it’s coming off, it’s easier to stick to it. When you can see the end in sight, you can go that bit further, try that bit harder. You’ve come a long way, baby, and you’re right at the edge of your goal. No way are you giving up now!
Burst through the plateau
But this middle bit is a bugger isn’t it? It’s a plateau. It’s the halfway stage. The bit where it could go either way. You’ll either fight on and burst through the plateau to come out onto the sunny uplands of the lovely last stone to go or… you’ll give up.
Now I am NOT on the verge of giving up but I am a bit bored with the whole thing and more than a little fed up. I’m especially fed up of my middle not shifting even a tiny bit! And yes I DO exercise and yes I AM sticking to it!
Don’t give up on us baby!
The only way to get through is to, well, get through it! Don’t give up on us baby! I won’t. I won’t give up on you. Baby.