Sunday, April 01, 2012
To say that I have been struggling is an understatement. I haven't been making the wisest food choices lately. The week before my mom and grandmother came to visit, I had turned a corner, but when they were here, I made a u-turn and kind of meandered off course. I could see in the mirror that things were growing. I just avoided the scales, like I am so good at doing. It got the best of me the other day. I had tried on some shorts from last summer that were actually too big at summer's end. They were tight. I pulled out the old tape measure, and it was not my friend. I am a pear through and through, and fat likes to attach itself to my bottom and thighs.
I know how to turn this around. I have been back on track for 2 days. So far, Day 3 is looking good. I even managed to stay in range yesterday during a hard day of shopping (and eating out) with my girls. As the days get warmer, opening the pool is looming. I SO wanted to be at goal this summer. Now SP projects it will be the end of September before I am at goal. In reality, I know it may take longer because I cannot maintain a 500 calorie deficit per day as I get closer to my goal. I will need to slow down to half pound weekly loss. And everyone knows that it is harder to lose as you get closer to goal.
My lowest weight on this journey has been 160.5. I have hit that a couple of times, and for some reason I go off the deep end when I get there. I have lost the same +/- 10 pounds several times the past few months. I haven't been very good about rewarding myself for milestones reached, but I have decided that during this sandle season, WHEN I reach 159.5, I am getting a pedi. Until then, I will just have to paint my own toe nails.