You know, I really thought I’d be at my goal weight by now. I think I’ve just about thrown any projected goal weight date out the window. The last few pounds are proving much more difficult to get rid of than the first 60 or 70 pounds, which I thought would be so hard.
This week, unfortunately, was no surprise to me. I had a hard week last week. My workouts were off and my eating was definitely pushing the envelope. I’m not sure why it was so hard, but I knew I would not be surprised by a gain.
I wasn’t surprised that I gained, but I was a little surprised at how much. I was expecting maybe a pound, but I’m actually up almost 2 pounds, with a gain of 1.8 pounds.
I refuse to stress over it, though, or let it get me down. Now that I am a runner, it’s no surprise that I would use the old, familiar running analogy: my weight-loss journey is a marathon, not a sprint.
Of course there are going to be some off weeks. As long as they don’t become off months, I’ll be okay. I know I’ve just got to get back on track this week and buckle down. As I’ve said many times before, the only way I’ll fail is if I quit and I’m not quitting.
It occurred to me last week that because of the way I’ve been making changes – slowly and steadily – and the fact that my tastes, lifestyle, and habits truly have changed, I firmly believe that I can maintain my weight-loss and my new, healthy lifestyle.
For that reason, I refuse to let one back week bring me down, stress me, or make me feel defeated. I’m in this thing for life. I have changed my eating habits and discovered an active lifestyle that I love. There is no going back.
What about you? How did you do on the scale this week? How are you feeling about the changes you’ve made?
Do or do not. There is no try.