Tuesday, January 17, 2012
I crossed my second forbidden watershed weight recently. I remember when I got to my lowest weight in ten years. I said I'd never be over 200 pounds again. I also expressed how happy I was to no longer be part of the obesity epidemic.
Then I lost sight of my goals. I started eating whatever I wanted. I stopped working out regularly. Before I knew it, I was inching over 200 pounds again. I could make excuses and say, "Well, it's not that much. I can lose it again with no problems." But the other day I stepped on the scale and it said 220. There's no way that even I- master of making excuses that I am- can try to explain that one or be anything even approaching casual about it.
I'm not happy about this. It's one of only a very small handful of things I don't like about me and my life. (Despite the weight gain, I still have extremely high self-esteem.) So I'm trying again, and this time I'm determined to make it stick. I'm still working on a plan, so I'm not making any grand pronouncements yet. I do know that I don't have as many roadblocks concerning my schedule as I used to have, so it should be easier to manage. Whether that ends up being true or not is entirely up in the air.
I can say that I am all steely determination. However, if intentions were all it took, we would all be slender and healthy, right?