I'm forcing myself to work out this week. I have been unable to drag my ass out of bed in the morning, and working out is a total chore for some reason.
I hopped on the scale today to find I'm up .2, which really is okay because it shows that I'm doing SOMTHING at least, and not really going up.
I've been determined that I will not late night snack, then find myself standing in front of the whirring popcorn machine. How the hell does that happen?? Which is why I've FORCED myself onto that damn treadmill. I knew that if I didn't, the scale would laugh at me.
Another reason the scale is being friendly to me, I'm sure, is that I've switched up my diet. I find that if I'm eating the same thing all the time, my body becomes complacent. So instead of eggy sandwich for breakfast and salmon salad for lunch, which I've been eating for weeks, I'm having oatmeal for breakfast, and a soup for lunch. Or hamburger for lunch. I think it puts my body into WTF mode. I've read on other blogs people talking about switching it up when the scale isn't moving.
I haven't even been posting on the WW boards much. I have visited a couple of times this week, but am not super active like I have been. I always can tell when I'm falling off the wagon by how active I am on the boards. It's like if I don't feel that I can motivate with my leading by example, I have no right to be posting. On the one hand, holy beat oneself up, batman! On the other, it gives me motivation to get back up there, because I really enjoy my WW friends.
Isn't it funny, this journey called life. We thing "if only _______ would happen, then everything would be perfect". And for women it's usually something weight oriented. Well, I'm at a happy weight, and it's still not perfect. I'm constantly reminded that I have to be concious of what I eat and how much I excercise FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Because I refuse to be a statistic.
But sometimes... sometimes I wish I didn't have to. Sometimes I wish it wasn't so in my face. Know what I mean? I'll keep doing it, but today I'm not really liking it.
I have smoked oysters and green olives in the cupboard (Sam, unscrew your face), and I want to indulge in "oyster picnic" with my husband. But because I have food issues, I have to wait until the weekend. Except we have dinners planned all weekend, and with Christmas next week, I am going over my caloric budget as it is... so when will I get to have the oyster/olive picnic? It's priorities. THAT is whay I'm sighing about. I know the right decisions. I know that I will do them. And I know that it's for the greater good. But a part of me is just sad.
Thanks for listening,
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