Thursday, June 27, 2013
I gained a pound this week, and now I am back to exactly where I was one month ago, before Memorial Day Weekend. No, it is not the end of the world by any means. I have a wider perspective than that. Still, it sucks.
It sucks because I have analyzed all my SP reports and thought long and hard about it, but I do not know the reason. It sucks because the effort to lose weight involves constant attention that detracts from focus on other areas of my life. And it has meant sacrifices in my social life--I feel that more keenly now than I did several months ago.
The great news is, I have lost 25 lbs this year, which is huge! I look fit and healthy at size 12-going-on-10. I've lost inches. I have tons more energy. And running is a joy now! I completed the C25K program and have run a couple of 5-K races. Even with the heat and insanely high humidity, I ran 1.75 miles last night at a faster pace, and felt fantastic afterwards. I'm really proud of these accomplishments.
But at the same time, I'm not getting closer to my weight loss goal, and it's creating undue stress that's not healthy.
So here's what I'm thinking. I am about ready to say that for now, I'm fine with where I am.
I do not give up easily, but when something isn't working for me, I'd rather shift my sights and move on, with no regrets, rather than stubbornly bang my head against the wall. Usually the answer to the problem reveals itself in time anyway.
I've reached a crossroads in my career, and that situation needs my full attention right now. Losing the last 20 lbs seems like a great goal to return to this Fall, when it's something I'm excited to do again, not something that creates more anxiety. I plan to keep running this summer and start 5-K to 10-K training in September.
Maintaining my current weight for two months would be a worthwhile goal, I think. I would feel good about accomplishing that, versus continuing to attempt to lose more weight and staying where I am. Shifting one's expectations can make all the difference between pride and disappointment.
However, I am going to hold out until my birthday, which is in 11 days. My goal has been to reach 150-anything by then. It's still possible; but now I would have to lose over 4.2 lbs instead of just 3.2.
What do you think? Have you ever chosen to step away and deliberately give yourself a break from losing weight? Or do you think it's a cop-out? I really want to know--and I promise, my feelings won't be hurt!