Preface. I feel like I’ve written this post or one very much like it 100 times. It’s about my struggle to get to a more healthy weight and feel comfortable in my own skin. It is a struggle, and likely will always be one. If you don’t want to read it, I get that and I hope you come back another day. I’m going to keep writing this post or ones like it until I get it right though. This will never be a weight loss blog, but part of my life is this struggle and that’s what I write about, my life.
A week or so ago, I realized that I had gained back the 5lbs that I had recently lost. Stupid calories. When I thought about losing 5 lbs again it just seemed so hard, but somehow I decided that losing 3 lbs didn’t seem so hard.
No I don’t know how my brain works either.
As of this morning, I’m down 2 of the 3. After that, I’m going to set another goal of 3 lbs because in my mind, silly as it might be, 3 seems doable. 5 lbs still seems too hard.
I know. I’m an odd duck sometimes. I don’t always make sense to others, but it makes sense to me.
I’m not doing anything special. I’m just trying to be sensible about eating. Last night for instance, I put the carton of fro-yo that was calling my name with the hot fudge and cashews joining in chorus and had a waffle with a little peanut butter and strawberry slices. Saturday after my inner 5 year old dream sandwich, I had half a sub for dinner instead of the whole thing and I skipped the when I was winding down for the night.
During the week I’ve been tracking in MyFitnessPal, and yeah there’s that training for the run and the swimming that helps clear my head, but I’m not doing anything amazing. I’m just trying to plug along and not get too obsessive about it.
Today on my activity schedule is 2 miles +5 min of running and I’m hoping I have the steam after work to do it. I didn’t hate myself as much after my last run as I did the one before that so I’m hoping (fingers crossed) that today is manageable. I know I can do 2 miles, but can I muster the extra 5 min? That’s to be seen.