I skipped weigh-in last weekend, and I struggled to get back into the groove of things after a nice vacation. I stepped onto the scale Saturday morning anticipating a pretty big gain, but I was surprised: yep, it was a gain all right, but not even a pound. I gained 0.8 pound over 2 weeks.
So…my official starting-over weight is 209.4. I hate that I am still over 200 pounds, but I swear I won’t be for long.
I believe a huge part of my problem with not being to get my act together for so long was that I was coming from a place of anger, disgust, disappointment. I was so frustrated with myself for gaining weight back that it made it difficult to do anything to take care of myself and move forward. How am I supposed to take care of myself when I want to bitch-slap myself into next month for being so stupid?
I can’t say I don’t still feel embarrassed or disappointed about having to re-lose this weight AGAIN, but I feel like I’ve shaken off much of the anger and negative feelings about myself. Yeah, I gained weight, and that sucks. But I also made some pretty big strides at work recently; I make a mean cheesecake (not helpful in the weight loss department, but still a good trait); I’m a kick-ass stepmom; I have an awesome, supportive husband; my cats think I am the bomb (and their opinions matter more than most people’s); and when I set my mind to do something, you better believe it gets done.
I am fully capable of doing this. I have no doubt of that. I have been holding myself back. Time to turn myself loose and get to work!
Sweat & Sparkle 