I've never been a fitness guru by any stretch of the imagination but I've had times in my life where I made exercise and eating better a priority and the results were apparent.
It's been a rough eighteen months and I am definitely a stress eater. Those results are also apparent.
In January I decided it was time to get my hand out of the chips and queso and do something about it. It wasn't what I expected and I was an exercise class drop out.
I did hit the track regularly and sorta followed Weight Watchers with a friend who officially joined. I was excited by the results and even went down a size.
And then it was March. Three kids + One mother in law +3000 miles to see Big Yankee. We had to eat our for every meal for 8 days. And I started slipping and slipping.
Things kept coming up and I would miss a day at the rec center and one day turned in to three days which turned into a week and then a month.
Our house finally sold which meant I had to pack up seven years of our life, orchestrate a cross country move, and solo parent three monkeys.
That's when I truly gave up and the wine and chocolate and chips and queso flowed freely.
We crash landed in our new home about three weeks ago and I've been walking my ass off. I have walked more days than I haven't.
We aren't talking leisurely strolls here...I am a speed walker. I hit the streets for 35-45 minutes an average of five days a week.
And what do I have to show for it? NOTHING! Not a damn thing. My clothes aren't fitting differently. I'm not losing inches and my scale is broken but I'm pretty confident in saying I haven't lost a pound. And it pisses me off!
I don't expect miracles here nor do I expect to be slim and trim overnight but I need something. Something to show me my hard work is paying off. I'm disappointed and losing my motivation which is just part of a vicious cycle.
How do you work thru the disappointment and keep on keeping on?