As you probably know, I wasn't always thin. I once weighed in at 220 lbs and wore a size 16. I got the way I am today entirely by hard work. I work out and eat well (usually). I wish that there was some secret to it. But really, it's just science. Calories in vs. calories out.
And since it all comes down to calorie intake, I live by one simple rule: MODERATION. I eat what I want, when I want. But I keep my portion sizes in check.
With that said, I still have my moments. Times when I let myself go overboard. Times when I fall back into my old eating habits. And when I do, I feel nothing but guilt. I hate that I didn't treat my body as the amazing specimen that it is. I hate that I lost control. I hate that I knew I had had enough but still went back for more. I guess what it really comes down to is that losing weight is the easy part, KEEPING IT OFF is the challenge.
It is something that I think about a lot. I am not fearful that a day of poor eating, or even a month for that matter, is going to make me balloon up again. The fear comes from the thought that over time the little things will add up without me noticing. I mean, that's how I ended up weighing 220 pounds in the first place, I didn't see (or chose not to see) my weight creeping up.
Obviously, I shouldn't be as concerned as I am. I balance my calories in vs. calories out quite well. The proof is on the scale. I have run just shy of 1000 miles this year and haven't lost or gained a single pound. Which means, I am fueling properly. But my eating and exercise balance hasn't become second nature. It takes quite a bit of effort to perfect. And I'm starting to wonder if that will ever change ...