Not a favorite number or one that brings you luck. Nope, this is the magic number on the bathroom scale. The one you SWORE you would NEVER EVER see unless you are pregnant...at least that's how it works for me.
I've hit that number. The evil number haunts and taunts me. I hear it's maniacal laugh when I step on the scale.
|This is not the evil number. I'd love to see this number again.|
I could offer up a bazillion different excuses...the stress of moving, solo parenting and commuter marriage-ing did a number on me.
I could say it's stubborn baby weight. Never mind that my baby starts kindergarten in a month...or that I've lost the baby weight numerous times over the last five and a half years.
I could say that I exercised my ass off and it did no good. What did no good is that I walked five days a week for two weeks and rewarded myself with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes slathered in butter and saturated with boysenberry syrup. Of course I had to eat a few slices of peppered bacon fried to crispy perfection.
I could blame it on my coke habit. The one can a day that somehow morped into 3 cans a day. I convince myself that I DESERVE this ice cold can of perfection since I don't drink coffee.
Then there is the wine-the two glass habit that turned into a near nightly routine. And what is wine without cheese? and cracked pepper and olive oil Triscuits? and pepperoni slices?
I could claim I had NO IDEA I had reached that evil number--what with my scale breaking during the move and all. Never mind that my clothes were getting tighter and I felt more and more uncomfortable in my own skin.
It's time to stop making excuses and start making changes. This didn't happen overnight and it won't change overnight. There are no quick fixes. No miracle cures.
I started walking again and measuring my miles. I've tried to drink more water and eat a little less at mealtime. I know myself and making drastic changes won't work for me. I feel horribly deprived and over indulge means the numbers on the scale grow and I give up before I really get started.
I need to make gradual changes that I can live with. I've lost three pounds this week but have many more to shed.
Have you struggled with losing weight/getting fit/living healthier? What has worked for you? How do you stay motivated?