[Failing Forward] Bouncing Like A Hoppity Horse on a Trampoline
March 27th, 2012
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by Jodi · Filed Under: Ponderings
I began this series by pointing out the four phases of dieting which are success, rebound, dieting after rebound and maintenance. Each phase has a unique characteristic of struggle associated with it that is present with almost all dieters when they are in that particular phase. As we mature as dieters through experience (both positive and negative), we slowly but surely learn to fail forward. These phases and their quirks no longer bring us down and we begin to make it through the obstacles faster. Some of us do it by learning and some of us do it by adapting. The latter is not healthy and if I remember, I will talk about this at the end of the series. If not, it’ll come up again I’m sure and I’ll make you aware of it then. Today, however, is dedicated to the characteristics of the rebound phase and how detrimental it can be. Our girl did go on vaca and gain a few pounds, but it didn’t end there. She came home and really sealed the deal.

Ok…so this is a hobby horse but you get the point.
Unpacking
It’s been 3 days since she’s landed back home and to say things have gotten worse is an understatement. At first it was all about ‘just feeling better’: you know…stop the bloat, eat healthy and feel ‘clean’ again. But no matter how much she wanted that, she couldn’t stop eating junk. Lots. And lots. Of junk. Suddenly she hates chicken and the way it feels on her teeth when she chews. And she loathes the smell of tuna fish from a can although she’ll eat it from a packet. And don’t even mention cottage cheese! OY! Amid all this repulsion of good food, is this strong desire to eat ANY kind of bad food. Chips in any form, chocolate, bread, ice cream and peanut butter is all she had on hand when she first came home and that wasn’t enough to stop the onslaught. She went out to dinner with friends and killed a bottle of wine by herself AFTER she ate the bread basket, all the oil that came with it and the dessert she ordered. And this was all in the first three days!! As she unpacked her clothes, she sat in shock of how much she’s packed in her mouth in 72 hours and the pounds keep adding up.
Myth: We have control over our eating and when we don’t it’s a lack of will power. This is true if you’re talking about turning down dessert not when your dessert starts on one end of the kitchen cabinets and ends on the other.
Fact: If she does not intervene, this will not “just end”. This will go on for a good amount of time. For some it’s weeks, for others it’s months.
Failing Forward: Our girl will soon learn that when the sugar monster shows up, he must be tamed by the FAT guy. Good fat silences the sugar demon. It’s not perfect, but it’s better than this.
Stressing
When the initial smoke cleared from her free-for-all, our girl mistakenly thought it was ‘safe to go back in the water’ and 2 days after the first eating spree ended, the second one began. This one was less fervent and far more insidious because instead of her eating a ton of junk endlessly, now she ate really well all day but then lost it at night. Or she would have a crappy breakfast, great lunch, no dinner and a box of junior mints to top off the day. She didn’t know how to eat and she didn’t know how to stop the onslaught. She feels bigger than she ever did before she even started dieting and now she’s out of control. What the????????
Myth: Now that I eat healthy, I’ll never go back to eating crap again.
Fact: We are driven by emotion, not by health. If you think you eat the way that you do because of health, you have another thing coming in way of revelation.
Failing forward: Stick to eating small meals often even if they are not super clean. When this goes down, give up the rigidity of rules or you’ll hold yourself down longer than need be.
Lamenting
Now what? Why go through all that dieting only to end up here? Our girl feels trapped. Who can she tell? Who would understand? Better yet, who would care? She has never felt so lonely before in her life. This has got to stop. This weekend is it, she decides. I’m getting back on plan and I’m going to get this all off.
Myth: You can just get back on plan. Good luck with that. You’ll probably take a hostage by meal 2 and demand a ransom of a gallon of ice cream and some fudge sauce or you’re fleeing with your hostages.
Fact: Your issues at this point are out of your “will’s” control. They are hormonal and emotional, there is no will in that.
Failing forward: If this ever happens to you, lose all structure. Stop trying to conform to something and just accept that you are a hot mess and no amount of planning is going to fix that. As soon as you let go, you’ll be more in control.
There’s more to this craziness. Pull up a chair and stay tuned. We need to talk about when she starts dieting again.







I always say I love what I do but today I want to be more specific: I love you. No, seriously, I do. I love you tremendously—even if I have never met you. Why? Because you are just like me and I love that. Whatever you do now, I’ve done before and probably twenty times more than whatever you are doing now. I love to talk to you. I love to know what makes you tick. I love to hear about all of your successes. And I love to see you happy. NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING (in the context of my line of work) makes me more happy than to call a woman who is having a “ah-hah” moment. It’s like music to my ears. You can hear my smile over the phone. It’s crazy.
remember what it was like to be in a not-so-good place and how isolating it can feel. It’s not like we want to talk about it because we feel like people will think we’re crazy, whiny or the worst of them all—weak. We don’t want to admit we have some faults or somehow can’t get it together so we just “keep on keepin’ on” hoping that no one notices we just ate an entire package of double stuff oreos in two days. We’ll quickly regroup from that only to be the most rigid dieter this side of the buffet display and after a while it all gets so annoying doesn’t it? Somewhere in all that lunacy, we find balance and we settle into a body that is good…decent…not bad–however you want to describe it, please do so. It’s not like we’re super disgusted, it’s more like we’re just not satisfied. This is where body part obsession takes root and becomes a bit alarming.
Although I love writing, I stress when I set out to write articles like this because on the screen they can read as preachy or judgmental. I can tell you without a doubt that nothing like that is going through my head right now. What’s running through my mind is what I was like when I wanted nicer shoulders and the only word that I can think of is “fixated”. It was my main focus and I cared about nothing else besides my shoulders. Fortunately, I was interrupted from destroying my neck/shoulder region (or unfortunately if you know why I was interrupted) because I really do think that if I continued on I would have had two grapefruits sitting at the top of my arms like a dot on an i. Of course, reaching over my head or putting a shirt on wouldn’t be possible but dang it all, I’d’ve looked good! (I made that double contraction up. Work with it. 

