It's the Food, Dummy.
Monday, April 02, 2018
I am five months away from turning 40.
(!!! Pause for momentary freak out !!!)
I've started to backslide after losing 30 pounds. That has to end. Turning 40 is momentous enough. I do NOT want to be 40 and still fat. Or fat again.
I have five months to lose about 12 pounds. I can do that. I know that doesn't seem like much of a hurdle to a normal person, but I am far from normal. More than two pounds a month is really, really, really hard for me.
But I can buckle down for five months.
I've got the exercise front covered. My downfall is food.
I need to find more willpower.
I do not need to graze/snack all the time.
I do not need to drink more than one glass of wine.
I do not need to mindlessly eat.
I do not need to eat every cookie that is presented.
This is not magic. This is not even difficult. Theoretically, anyway.
So I've joined a plateau-busting challenge, not because I'm at a plateau but because I need some sort of reset. I need to start measuring portions and tracking every bite because I'm less likely to eat the kit kat if I have to track it. Because as unhealthy as it sometimes seems, I just plain do better when I'm obsessing over the numbers. I'm not saying I won't ever indulge, but it will be planned and tracked.
I lead a healthy lifestyle. I exercise and I eat good food. I just eat too much of it. Today, I buckle down. Again.