I am not, what one would call, the healthiest of beings. I do eat a pescetarian diet out of medical necessity, but beyond that I am probably one of the least healthy people I know. I’m a Carb Queen, Keto’s existence makes me sad, and I make no apologies.
Now before I get into the nitty gritty, I’m not telling you that quitting your job is the insta-cure for losing 100 lbs, because I didn’t lose 100 lbs – I didn’t even lose 50 lbs. I did however lose many inches and some decent poundage in the 30 days after I left, because by quitting my job: I changed.
Let’s take some responsibility here as I explain my reasons:
- I cope by being an emotional eater. I eat when I’m happy, I eat when I’m angry, I eat when I’m stressed, I eat when I’m sad, and so on and so forth. Now, the job I used to have could make me feel all of these emotions within a 60 minute time span. As an effect of that, I ate all the time. If I didn’t have food at my desk, people were bringing food to me. I was even known in the office as “the food bully” (an affectionate term, I swear) because I could guilt people into getting me food.
- Cortisol was running through my veins almost constantly. When you are at a constant state of stress, cortisol runs through you 24/7. This causes you to feel hungry when you’re not, slow your metabolism, skyrocket your blood pressure, and increase your heart rate. Therefore, I was eating more, my body was holding onto the food for dear life, and I felt drained almost constantly…which turned me to eating sugar to “wake me up”.
- I didn’t take responsibility for my mornings. What I mean by this is that I was not getting out of bed at 6 AM when I actually naturally woke up – I’d roll over and moan and groan about having to get up, and would just lay there. Why? I didn’t want to go to work, because I disliked who I was there, and I didn’t enjoy the stress that it caused me. Now that I work freelance and started my own business, my mornings are my own and I am excited about the day. I get up, turn the kettle on, open the curtains to see the beautiful sunshine, and get to work on my own time table.
- I was lazy. Yuppers, I said it. I was lazy any time I was not at work. Why? I gave everything to my job, 110% every single day, when I wasn’t at work I didn’t have anything else left to give. I truly do wish that I was the extrovert that I was when I was in my younger years, but I’m not anymore, and being around people (some of whom were causing me constant stress) for 9 hours everyday exhausted me. So, when I got home, I wanted to eat a pizza on the couch, drink a vodka lemonade, and then go to bed. Which leads me to my next reason on the list…
- I haven’t drank since I quit my job. I was not a drinker, due to medical reasons, before I started my job, and I really wasn’t up until the last year I was there. However, once that last year hit, it was a daily occurrence. In the month I haven’t been there, I’ve had one drink and that’s only because family came to town.
- I didn’t take responsibility for my stress. Yes, that’s right, you heard (read?) me. I could have left at any time, and in truth I stayed too long. I didn’t leave because I was scared, lazy, and even though I was sad, I was comfortable in the routine of it all. No one forced me to stay at that job except for myself. Once I owned up to that after leaving, I felt invincible, and the need to eat myself to comfort just sort of went away.
What I hope you take away from this post is that I was the reason I lost weight, and I was also the reason I had gained the weight. A lot of us like to put blame on others, because it’s easier that way. I think that truly, deep down, we know that we shelter at least some of that responsibility and it scares us.
The only person who can change anything in your life is you. Once you acknowledge, accept, and live that truth, your life will change for the better. I promise.