Today is the start of a new week…the start of a new month…AND the first day of the second half of the year! If you were waiting for a sign (or if you have just been lazy and sloth-like lately, like me), then today is the day. The day of new starts and new beginnings.
Last week I actually did a half-assed job of working out most days and sort of logged my food. Compared to no effort at all before that, it was pretty darn good. I expected at least a small loss on Saturday, but instead I gained two pounds.
What the flying hell? *shaking fist* I was angry and frustrated. I admit that “Why do I bother?” popped into my head, and I considered any efforts at the gym last week a complete and utter waste of time.
Then I calmed down a bit, and I remembered that every single time I have slacked off, I gained weight the first week back to working out. Something about water retention in the muscles, some mysterious and evil little head game my body plays. So this was not unusual. Just annoying.
Half of this year is over already. If I would have stayed consistent, I would be at my goal weight right now, enjoying my new clothes and feeling great. It’s hard to not slap myself silly for stumbling so hard and being so far from my goal weight again.
But I also know that moving forward can’t happen if I am still punishing myself for my mistakes. I need to shake all of it off, the regret, the anger, the frustration, then give myself a hug and declare a truce with myself. I want to take care of myself, not pummel myself into the ground and kick myself while I’m down.
My husband keeps telling me he would be happy if I didn’t lose any weight at all, but I know that my weight is too high for my height (or lack thereof, as I am frequently reminded by my husband, who is almost a full foot taller than me!) I’m happy that he likes the way I look now, but I just don’t.
So…today is like second New Year’s, as we wave good-bye to the first half of the year, hopefully learn from it, and burst into the second half, ready for success.