My weight loss adventure is going poorly.. still? Again? All I know is I’m at the high end of the 8 pounds I’ve been losing and re-gaining since September. BOO.
The problem is that I cannot for the life of me seem to get any routine going. The only thing I’m pretty consistent about is going to work Monday through Friday, and even there I have flexible hours. What I do (and what I eat) in the evening, what happens on weekends, when I go to bed, when I get up, when I can fit in exercise — all of that varies wildly from day to day. Sometimes I manage it all. Most times lately though, resisting temptation (or exhaustion) seems impossible.
Cheats are fine – maybe even necessary! – when they’re occasional. A splurgey dinner for a friend’s birthday or a skipped workout once or twice a month is not a problem. But when I look at my calendar and see that exceptions ARE the rule, it’s frustrating. Over and over I’ve vowed to buckle down and be more disciplined. And I am for a day or two, so I start feeling better and healthier and the scale goes down a little – yay! And then the special occasion du jour disrupts my efforts and it’s a quick and slippery slide to “I’m not following my plan anyway so let’s order Thai food.”
The moral of the story is: every meal is an opportunity to make good choices, and I’ve got to make the best of that. Because this week it’ll be a vacation… and then in a few weeks it’ll be a destination wedding… and then there’ll be whatever happens next, and that’s LIFE. I can let it derail me, or I can accept that, yeah, it’s difficult – and keep working at making those good choices more and more often. Guess which option I’m choosing?