Well another week has gone by and despite being very conscious of what went in my mouth and getting back into running after a short injury break, I have only lost 100g…..which could well be just because I peed more this morning than last Friday morning. You are not getting a photo. I am too depressed and I am reverting to my camera resistant self.
It is time to face the fact that I am not going to lose four and a half kilos within the next two weeks before we go on holidays. I have failed to meet my goal.
Am I going to give up and eat like there’s no tomorrow? Nup. Whilst at this point in time I’m feeling that would be a perfectly legitimate way to make myself feel better, it’s not really going to help. Why? Because this failure to meet a goal is only one small milestone within a broader context of wanting to get healthy and lose some weight. That hasn’t changed. The fact of the matter is that this week I have knocked off one of my major goals (running the fun run last weekend), and I am proud of myself for that. I’m not happy with myself for dropping the ball on getting a swimsuit ready body before the holidays, but I’ll adjust the timeline and review what I’ve been doing to try to meet my goals and make some adjustments. I will need to keep reminding myself to keep my eye on the long term goal and remembering how far I’ve come in real terms. At the beginning of last year I was 15 or so kilograms heavier than I am now. The progress might be slow, but in the scheme of things I am still moving in the right direction.
I am convinced that the secret to health and weight loss is as much in my inner monologue as it is in the gym or the padlock on the fridge door.