
I’ve been a bit loose with my diet over the holidays. For the past two years, the holidays caused me a lot of stress because I was in weight loss mode, and my mind had a hard time wrapping around eating non-compliant foods while trying to reach my goals. This year is different. I’m post-goal accomplished, and in maintenance mode. This has given me some freedom, and some perspective.
I have found that while my weight is up a little bit, it’s not up a lot, and it’s plateaued at a certain point. That point is still higher than I’d like it to be, but still well within my military height/weight requirements. What is interesting to me is that with the increased calorie intake and change in food makeup (more fruits than usual), my weight has not really gotten out of control. In fact, aside from the small initial gain, it’s settled back to a spot I’m comfortable with over the holidays.
I know that my Whole30 starts January 2nd, and I know that my weight will come back down when I am on my Whole30. I also will resume my running and push ups on January 2nd (I’ve been giving some aches a chance to recover before they turn into more serious injuries), and that will help some, too. So, all in all, my head is in a good place with my current diet.
What does this mean to you? Well, it means that I’m covering some ground for you. I’m at a point now where I can experiment a bit with my diet to see how it affects me, my weight, my body composition, and how I feel. I’m happy to report that living a little outside my comfort zone in regards to my diet has resulted in only a minimal weight gain. How does this relate to you? Well, our bodies are all different, but if you’re like me, then it means that even if you’re indulging a bit over the holidays, you aren’t doing horrible, irreversible damage. You’re likely putting on a pound or two, but that will come off easily post-holidays.
I prefer the strict diet, honestly, but being able to partake in the Paleo-friendly treats has been nice. I will miss the chocolate covered orange peel candies, but I will savor the memories of enjoying them with some coffee by the fireplace. That’s what life is about: making memories.




My weight fluctuations are something I expect and I can roll with, but whenever the fluctuations exceen the normal range I’m used to, I get upset. I am not upset at anyone or anything in particular, but I get upset with myself because I am in control of what goes into my body, and somehow, I’ve let myself down.
I have written about this in the past, but it never ceases to strike me so profoundly that I’ve lost a lot of weight as it does when I sit into an airline seat in economy class.

If there’s anything I learned becoming a Marine was perseverance is key to success. Motivation, determination, dedication; these are all important as well, but ultimately, it’s perseverance that gets you through. Short-term gratification is easy. It doesn’t take much to think of something and quickly satisfy that desire. Think of craving some chocolate that’s in a bag on your desk, or perhaps craving a soda in the refrigerator. Within moments, you can sate that desire. Long-term gratification, on the other hand, is something that takes patience. Think of completing a course, degree, or getting through boot camp. Now, I think of weight loss as the same type of goal: long-term, important, and big.
Sometimes, there is a lot to do, and you can’t eat right or even get your runs in. That’s my life right now. The last run I had was the Jingle Bell Run, and it’s bothering me. I couldn’t run Sunday or Monday due to some pain in my shins from running the hills on the 5k, so I planned on running Tuesday. Well, friends came over and interrupted those plans, so then I thought perhaps Wednesday, but oops, there was a company Christmas party I had to attend, so those plans were scrapped as well. As for Thursday, well, I have a standing get-together with friends, so that was out as well, and then there was Friday which was travel day to NYC. I could have gotten up early and run then, I guess, but I didn’t want to risk an injury, regardless of how remote the chances were. I figured I’ll be walking enough in NYC to make up for the lack of running.