I felt it, these past few days. The extra giggle of my stomach, the ache in my bones. I knew that it had happened. The dreaded holiday weight gain. I had managed to maintain over Thanksgiving, which was my goal, however I know that I slipped and fell off my plan during Christmas. I have time off of work,and that means wonderful family time with my husband and kids, but also more eating,more time lounging, and less time focusing on reaching my goal.
I stepped on the scale this morning and not only was it a gain, but back I to the 200's. I was devastated. I've been hovering around 200 for the whole month of December. Now I am over that at 205. My initial reaction was defeat. I won't lie.
When you take a break from fitness, an eating plan, etc., its hard to know how to get back on track. You forget that it was baby steps that got you where you are, and instead see it as a huge mountain to climb.
I started this journey doing the only thing physically I could do - walk. I started 5 minutes at a time, then added minutes until I could walk a full mile, then two, and so on. I then began to run. This past year I trained for and ran my first half marathon, and then a full marathon.
In my transition from walking to running, I forgot about the power of walking, especially in the winter. I did it for cross training and of course, teaching my class once a week, but I neglected my daily walks and now stepping on the scale and seeing that dreaded 5 lbs. i realize that i forgot my roots. Except I'm not going to view it as a sentence, rather as a learning experience and am going to get back to my roots of walking! I know what a difference it makes.
Thanks to my fellow walk leader Nancy for the inspiration, she has maintained her weight loss through the winters and I saw this picture she posted to her walk page this morning right after stepping on the scale and it gave me the inspiration to start walking again, one step at a time.