Ever have one of those workouts where every second feels like you are on the verge of a horrible death, each cell in your body has burst into flames, your lungs have collapsed, and your poor, feeble heart is about to thump out of your sweaty chest? That was me last night, suffering on the treadmill, feeling just as out of shape as I truly am. When I got home, I told my husband, “That was pure torture.” He told me, like he has before, “But you did it.” That part is true: I hated it, but I did it. It will get easier…right?
I started this blog in April of 2015. I have a good bit of weight to lose, but come on. Over three years, only to be just about as heavy as I was back then? Obviously I am not doing something right. The whole point to a weight loss blog is to LOSE WEIGHT. Sure, I also offer witty banter, insightful dialogue, and captivating anectodes (ha!), but one thing I am not offering is actual progress, results, change.
The lose-some, gain-more shuffle has got to stop. I’ve been doing it for years. My closet is overloaded, not because I’m such a fashion plate, but because I have clothes in various sizes, based on my whiplash weight gain and loss over the years. I want to walk into my closet and know that I can wear everything hanging there, and look great in it. I can’t do that now.
So I am making some changes. I do best with plans, charts, goals, tracking things. I updated my weigh-in page, for starters. No more hiding behind cryptic or veiled weigh-ins. I cringe at the thought of publicly posting my weight each week, but I need to be accountable. And honest.
I know tomorrow’s weigh-in is going to be a gain. I relaxed a bit too much with my time off last week and have struggled to get back on track this week, and the smattering of workouts I did this week won’t counteract my bad eating. What’s done is done. I will weigh in tomorrow morning and take that number as my official starting-over weight.
And from there? No more jerking around. Yeah, I’ve said that before. I know. I am a broken record. But I am so sick of being overweight and out of shape. How many years of my life have I wasted, not being as happy as I could be, or as healthy as I could be? I don’t even want to think about it, to be honest. It’s depressing. It’s positively, definitely, absolutely time for real change.
I challenge myself to lose 10 pounds in August. Anyone care to join me in that challenge?
