I bet you didn't realize that the Stages of Grief are very similar to the Stages of Weight Loss. Just take a look:
--These jeans aren't tight, they just shrank in the dryer.
--Is this jacket fitting funny? Bah, no matter. It's almost summer, I won't need it until Fall.
--Are these pants tighter than usual? Nah, I just haven't worn them in awhile, I forgot that they fit like this. This is totally normal.
Argh! I don't have anything decent to wear.
Grrr! These pants make me look fat and I can't even zip up that dress.
GAH!!!! There's nothing in this closet and I can't afford to go shopping.
Okay, so I'll eat this double chocolate brownie explosion sundae now and I'll get up extra early tomorrow to walk it off. Plus, I'll totally have salad for lunch the rest of the week. Oh, and no more soda. Nothing but water. I swear.
Oh, why did I eat that sundae? It didn't even taste that good. Now I feel like I'm going to hurl and the only thing that fits are these ratty old sweat pants. OMG, look at these flabby arms and my stomach -- it wasn't this big when I was pregnant! Waaaahhhhhhhhh.
Okay, I've gotta do something. I'll just watch what I eat and try to be a little more active. I can plan my meals and snacks ahead -- it's really not that hard -- I'll go for a walk along the river over my lunch hour. It'll be relaxing and good for me. Small changes really can make a big difference. I can do this.
These next few aren't part of the Grief Cycle, but I felt they needed to be added:
I'll get up early and go for a bike ride, then I'll take a walk at lunch and after supper I'll hit the gym. The extra activity should totally burn an extra pound or two. Who cares if I don't have a life outside of exercise? I'll get one once I'm back in that size 5.
Oh.My.God. I can't move. Blinking hurts. Owowowow. How am I going to work today/take care of the kids/make it through the day? I can't exercise until I can walk normally again (which, as we all know puts us right back to Stage One).