I wouldn’t call it exactly a “fear”, but, wow, I am really not interested in falling back into my old habits, which include:
- overeating
- overdrinking
- oversittingonmyass
all of which lead, of course, to being
- overweight
I may tend to obsess about this. I measure my waist at least once daily. If I go more than a day without working out, I get nervous that I may enjoy sitting around too much. When I indulge myself by occasionally feasting on crap food I used to eat all the time, I become concerned that this indulgence will become the norm.
And I think those “fears” are the key to keeping the old habits at bay.
As soon as I don’t care any more, the moment I no longer feel at least a twinge of guilt for engaging in relatively unhealthy behaviors, that is when I will have a problem.
But as of right now, it’s all good.
I can have that night where I eat every carb in the house, knowing that the next day I will scale back to meat and veggies only.
I can go to the occasional party and drink too much of my homemade limoncello, knowing that I will not drink again for a week after that. (Well, unless it’s a multi-day party, in which case, all bets are off ;=)
I can skip a couple workouts in a row, knowing that I’ll be at it hard the day I come back, probably with an extra few minutes for good measure.
And all this is based on a fear of falling back, a fear of being fat again, of being out of shape again. Yes, it is, I think, after all, a “fear”.
But it’s a healthy one that I think I’ll keep at the front of my mind.