Wednesday, May 15, 2013
I did what I hoped I wouldn't. After weighing myself at the month mark, the disappointment ate away at my motivation. When my darling Lucy - dog died suddenly I justified my Reeses Peanut Butter Cup three day binge as grief. I was grieved. I was broken hearted but for every candy I ate I knew it wasn't grief. I knew that I was using grief. I knew that the real reason I turned to candy was my lack of weight loss.
That doesn't discount the grief. But the grief was an excuse. I also geve myself the green light afterwards to eat and sit. Then came the vacation, no holds barred on food. Then my other dog, Buck, fell and is critically wounded.
Life will always give me an excuse if I want to eat and be a sloth.
What's different now? Husband and I can't stand how we look or feel so we've been researching the real effects of being over weight. It's scary. Also, I learned that a middle-aged womans doesn't change for good for 8-12 weeks.
When I was young (and I mean in my '40's, I could reset and build new habits in 4 weeks. Evidently it takes double that for women in their 50's.
What a relief. I'm not genetically doomed to over weight and unhealthy. I'm not giving it long enough.
So, 8weeks, July 3 I'll weigh myself. Not until then because the risks on my childlike ego are too great.