“I’ll start dieting in January…”
But that method hasn’t ever worked.
No time like the present… And all that motivational hooha.
I try to do good & set goals for myself but the moment I make the teensiest of a slip, I crumble like a cookie.
I can give advice on WW, and swear that “it’s easy peasy and it works…” As I am on day 4 of not tracking.
I just don’t get it. The first 30lbs WERE easy. But now I loathe tracking. I don’t want to track. I just want to eat.
But I’m also tired of trying to lose. I want to be DONE. And by done I mean AT GOAL.
I need to follow my own advice…
Deep breaths & refocus.
But that’s easier said than done.
That’s how I felt stepping on the scale Sunday morning.
Granted I know most of the gain is water weight. But still.
Yes, a 5lb gain in 2 weeks or so.
But rather than wallow in sadness, I sucked it up & got back on the horse. I counted points (which I hadn’t done in about a week). I weighed my food. I watched my carbs.
It feels good to be back on track.
Here’s to a better December!
November has been semi-successful.
The #23daydietextravaganza, while it wasn’t a complete failure, kept me holding steady around 202.
Now, I know I said I’d be happy as long as I didn’t gain…. But….
I’m not happy.
Bitter often leads to stress eating.
Stress eating to more stress eating.
But instead, I planned.
I made a game plan to go from the Month of the Plateau, to the Month of Kicking Said Plateau’s Ass and Taking Names.
Now, I’m not sure whose names I’m taking, but names will be taken.
Here is my game plan:
Be afraid December. Be very afraid….
7 days left of the #23daydietextravaganza.
I’m feeling the crunch.
The determination to see a lower number.
The anxiety over the scale.
The water weight.
But I’m looking positively at this experience. Yes, I may have slipped, but I got back on. I was/am determined to finish out this last week with a BANG. To see that lower number. To see progress.
To make it happen.
There. I said it.
It’s something I struggle with everyday. Every time I see the scale go down. Every time I catch my thinning reflection.
I’m scared. Scared of what I’ll look like at goal.
I’ve been in this skin for far too long that it’s comfortable. It’s normal.
I wonder what will happen with my lovely inner tube. My flabby arms. My flabby thighs.
Will I look worse at goal than I do now?
That scares me. The unknown. The smaller thinner unknown.
Day 12 of the #23daydietextravaganza is off to a great start! Taking full advantage of the unseasonably warm temps, me & BabyNate hit the pavement for a nice walk.
I’m feeling motivated.
Which is nice considering the stress-filled week I had. I did slip & shove a 10 point slice of vegan carrot cake in my mouth (and didn’t really enjoy it since I basically just swallowed it), but I tracked it. Held myself accountable and moved on.
I didn’t get fast food all week and besides that slip up, our week was pretty damn good food wise.
I slacked big time on exercise though…. I’d like to blame it on stress. But honestly I was just lazy.
So now we have 11 days left. And I plan to kick those 11 days asses.