Visualising success

My Wednesday went well, I stuck to my plan all through the day and was really looking forward to my spinach pesto pasta dinner (yum yum!). I made my pasta dough, prepared my sauce, then started rolling my pasta. But my pasta machine was broken. Somehow it had become bent and my dough kept getting stuck. My husband tried fixing it, but it wasn’t happening. After an hour of messing around with it, I was very hungry and the low blood sugar was setting in – I was getting really ratty. I had nothing else prepared, so I ate some canned spaghetti (only a little because my daughter ate most of the can), then I snacked on some bhuja mix I found in the cupboard…… and then I had some ice-cream. Okay, so it wasn’t what I had planned, and it wasn’t as healthy as I should have had, but I still came in under the 1200 calorie mark for the day so I’m happy. Anyway, I’d had lots of veges in my salad at lunchtime.

To help me lose weight, I’m working on positive visualisation (yes that is spelled right, I’m not American!). For so long my mind has been programmed to believe that I’m fat, useless and that I lack will power. I need to change that programming on a subconscious level. The best way to do that is to visualise success. Athletes do it all the time and swear by it. If you really truly believe that you can do it, you will.

To convince your subconscious of a new belief you need to repeat that belief over and over again until it becomes automatic. So I am imagining myself slim, in my favourite (skinny) dress, I imagine what it feels like to be slim, and with lots of energy, I imagine that I’m freer in my movements. When you visualise yourself like this, you subconscious is more likely to direct toward healthy eating and exercise, it increasing your motivation. But the key is repetition.

You know what? It’s already having an effect. I woke up this morning feeling fantastic. It wasn’t until after I’d had my planned breakfast that I realised that this was the first day of my diet that I haven’t woken up craving half a loaf of toast smothered in butter. In fact, when I think about toast and butter, my first reaction is that I would feel heavy and tired if I ate it. Now I know that I’m going to do this.



Today went awesomely! I had a couple of hairy moments – wanting to eat my daughters crackers and wanting ice-cream after dinner – but I stuck to my guns. Every time I felt tempted I told myself “You are in control and you don’t need it”. I also scheduled in some exercise this morning. I done two miles of the “3 mile walk” exercise video. I’m so out of shape, I use to be able to do the whole thing easily. Now I’m struggling to force my way through the first two miles. But I will get there again.

This crazy heat doesn’t help, especially at 100% humidity. I don’t get that, shouldn’t 100% humidity mean we’re swimming? Oh well, I’m sure it makes sense to a meteorologist.

Okay, I confess, I still really, really want that ice-cream. The fat person in my brain is desperately trying to justify having some: “You’ve only had 1200 calories today, having another few hundred isn’t so bad” ; “Just have a little” ; “You deserve it for doing so well today”.  BAD FAT THOUGHTS, BAD!  Think like a slim person. Pinny: “You’ve had 1200 calories today, that’s perfect, stick with it” ; “You know you won’t dish up just ‘a little’, you’ll still be unsatisfied and want more” ; “You’re doing great, the best reward is losing weight and getting healthy”.


The weekend is going to full of its own challenges. Today we are travelling out of town and staying with my parents for the night. We’ll be visiting friends who will most likely offer us beer and snacks, then tomorrow we are going to a 4 year olds birthday party where there is going to be food and a bbq. My plan is to take food with me in the car. I’m going to take fruit and a salad so that if I get hungry I won’t be too tempted to dive into the chip bowl.
I’m feeling good, I’m feeling motivated. I will do this. I am determined not be feel embarrassed about whipping out my salad and fork. Let them laugh and tease, it’s not them who have to live my life. It’s me, and my health has to come first.