(Side note, happy 100th post to us!)
January: 8lbs lost
Ok, so…month #1 of diet change went relatively well. To go from eating basically whatever I wanted to something so strict was really difficult and, while I admit to having faltered a good bit over the past two weeks, I’m still doing better over-all.
Initially, I was all super excited and strict and hardcore. No sugar, no dairy, no grains, no white potatoes, no red meat…I was all in. I wanted to see the results and I was excited to be skinny. Then we went to Port St. Lucie to see Michael’s parents and brother for a belated Christmas celebration and I allowed myself a couple cookies and some carbs via potatoes and hot chocolate. My body accepted the cheat weekend with the response of “YASSSSS! MORE OF THIS!” and my brain lost the initial enthusiasm.
Michael, on the other hand, has done very well and gotten back on track pretty easily. I hate him.
It feels like I am at a crossroads at this point where I could either give up and call it a failed resolution, or I could recommit myself and try again. My stomach would prefer that we continue justifying the peanut butter and jelly and cheese sticks, but I know that my future self will hate me when it’s time to don swimsuits. I would like to feel better more than anything though. I don’t so much care if I have the super mom physique at the pool but I would like to be more confident and energetic.
So the decision is made; I shall crawl begrudgingly back to the wagon and bitterly climb aboard.
Other than Valentine’s Day, the goal is to simply stay on track for the entire month of February. I know I can do it, it’s just a matter of will power…of which, I have very little. Sigh.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…
