Week two of the new year complete, and the one resolution I haven’t broken? My diet. I’ve tracked every piece of food going into my mouth, and have yet to max out my points. So when I stepped on the scale this morning, I was hopeful.
1.3 pounds down this week wasn’t quite what I was hoping for. I wanted something a little more substantial.
I know, I know, slow and steady is the healthy way to lose weight. But its hard to put so much energy into change and feel like there is such little result.
And to add to my frustration, my husband, who takes this far less seriously than I do, has lost more than twice what I have, despite drinking soda with every meal and going out with the boys for deep dish pizza. Being a boy seriously has its perks.
I know I need to mix a regular workout with my diet to really get going, but this is strangely where I struggle. I used to be a competitive figure skater, and training was always my workout. My off ice conditioning was usually dance related, a little bit of weight training. NEVER a normal gym routine. Which means, I have no experience here.
And, as ridiculous as this sounds, being out of shape and out of practice makes me far too self conscious to take the leap and join a gym with dance or zumba classes. And getting back on the ice? I can’t even imagine right now. Those muscles don’t even exist anymore!
I am seriously in need of a workout I enjoy, so I can get started. Or I just need to suck it up and forge through my hate of treadmills…
It’s been one of those weeks where the world is always two steps ahead of me. I am juggling too many balls, and the ones I’m missing keep whacking me on the head. Then I drop more.
But… Week One = success. 2 lbs down.
I know that’s really the goal, slow and steady, but the time and energy you need to put into change – concocting new meal plans, shopping differently, not making excuses to get active – make it feel like you should see more.
I literally keep falling asleep in the chair while writing this. Ive nodded off three times already… Oh week 2, you are already getting away from me.
“It’s a holiday…”
“I should really start on a Monday.”
“We have cupcakes left over from last night…”
I woke up energized, and I STILL had this argument this morning. It seems to be in my nature to get in my own way. Don’t worry, I won out over my excuses. But it reinforced how making life changes is an every day decision.
So I did two things to help me succeed (at least in the resolution to get healthy):
1. I got my husband on board with me. Like a lot of women, my eating habits changed when I moved in with my husband. And now, we have some collective bad eating habits. I’ve learned from past attempts that it’s harder to make changes when someone is sitting right in front of you, eating what you WANT to be eating.
2. We put our money where our empty promises used to be. We decided to give WeightWatchers 360 a try, so that we’re both on the same page. I’ve done it before, and it worked while I stuck with it, but when I decided I could get the same results on my own and dropped it… well, I SHOULD be able to. But it hasn’t happened. So I’m jump starting my progress with a little more structure.
For the rest of my resolutions, I have a spreadsheet. I’m addicted to spreadsheets. They’re normally color coded. I’ll probably color code this one while I’m watching the Rose Bowl.
All day I’ve been thinking of other things I should have resolved. But I’m hesitant to add any. I tend to try to do too much at once, and then fail horribly at all of it. I might need to resolve not to resolve any more…