There is a saying, commonly attributed to
Voltaire, that states “the perfect is the enemy of the good”. There is also the
principle generally referred to as the law of diminishing returns which,
simplistically speaking, states that the amount of time, effort and energy put
into achieving a task or outcome will have less and less impact, the closer you
get to the outcome – the amount of time and effort put into achieving
perfection is effectively wasted.
In our attempts to diet, loose weight, get
fitter and otherwise manipulate our bodies we often set incredibly lofty
(unrealistic?) goals both around the outcome – I will loose 10 kg in 5 weeks –
and how we will achieve it – I’ll exercise 7 days a week and eat only 1200
calories a day.
This perfectionistic or “all or nothing”
thinking sets us up for failure. It’s the mechanism that turns missing one day
at the gym into missing a whole week and eating one piece of chocolate into
eating the whole block. If you’re not going to meet your goals you may as well
blow them completely out of the water – right?
In giving up dieting I’ve tried to let go
of this mentality. Accepting my body as it is has been a big part of that.
Refocusing my goals has been essential. I also now know that I can have a piece
of cake whenever I want because I know that one piece of cake wont undo all my
progress and I don’t “have” to eat the whole cake today because I wont be
“allowed” to eat any tomorrow.
It’s hard to let go of this mentality though.
Saturday is the last session of group and as this milestone has been
approaching I’ve found myself trying to force my progress towards being
“fixed”. I’ve been making rules about how many treats I should have and on what
days I should have them. I’ve had bad body image days that have made me think
about counting calories (while still eating intuitively?!) and getting the
scales out again. I’ve tried to turn intuitive eating into another diet –
something that has to be done perfectly. I’ve been stressing about if I’m full
or hungry or somewhere in between, or if I’m eating too much chocolate or if I
will put on 1,000 kg because I often still eat my dinner in front of the TV.
All of this pressure was starting to make the thoughts about binging kick back
in.
I started reading The “fuck it” diet blog
last week and it clicked for me – I’d been letting the perfect get in the way
of the good. It really doesn’t matter if I eat in front of the TV – the fact is
I haven’t had a binge in months. What does it matter if I still overeat
occasionally? I can trust my body to adjust my next meal time accordingly. How
often do “normal” eaters take 5 deep breaths before they start eating? Getting
in tune with your bodies signals is good, turning it into one more thing you have
to do perfectly is bad. It denies you the ability and chance to learn how to
really trust your body. It takes up time and energy that could be spent doing
something more worthwhile.
I’m giving up on perfection. I’m giving up
on food rules. There is no such thing as the perfect diet, perfect health or a
perfect way of living, eating or moving. I’m just going to do more of what
feels good and less of what doesn’t. Will you join me?