Hey, remember that time I tracked all weekend and lost 1.8 pounds??? Me too! In fact, that was just this week. I have broken through that maintenance wall, my friend(s).
Here’s the part that has always interested me about weight loss and healthy living: it’s so easy to do and it makes you feel so good. So why isn’t everyone the healthiest version of himself? Because as easy as it is to eat healthy and exercise, it’s even easier to not. Pizza or carrots? Chocolate or blueberries? Seriously, are those even fair questions? I’ve been slacking on the weekends and eating into the red, and then feeling guilty about it come weigh-in time. But this week I tracked, I showed a legit loss on the scale, and I felt great. I felt accomplished, I felt skinny, I felt healthy. You’d think such feelings would be strong enough to make me think twice about falling off the wagon, but when I’m off the wagon, I pretend it doesn’t feel good to exercise or eat healthy. I just pretend those euphoric feelings don’t exist, because that’s easier than admitting that they do, because then I’d have to admit to myself that I’m choosing not to experience them.
What a head game this weight loss thing is, you know? The more weight I lose the more I analyze what got me to this point in the first place. The more I analyze what got me to this point the more questions I have about myself and my childhood and my choices in life. I should have went to school for psychology. Because then I could just self-diagnose until I pass out. Actually, I self-diagnose myself all the time but it’s more on a physical level. Lactose intolerant: self-diagnosed. Poor circulation: self-diagnosed. Slipped disc: self-diagnosed. Who needs these official quacks anyway?
Weight loss this week: -1.8 pounds
Total weight loss: 42.4 pounds