Don’t be alarmed; this is not a rant. It’s a simple update on the old health and weight loss journal front. Yes, I know it’s been like a bazillion years since I’ve written one, but I have a good reason: Shame.
I am ashamed to admit that I have gained back some of the 60 pounds that I’ve lost. In all the years I’ve decided to lose weight I’ve never gained it back unless I got pregnant. (Good reason, right?) So this sudden onslaught of
unexpected emotional eating weight gain has caused a little blush to my cheeks.
Well, it’s time to face the music. Or, in this case, the blogosphere and get my butt back in gear. I’m eating a little better these days, but my butt hasn’t started to move any unless you count me standing up out of my office chair and walking to the bathroom or my van to carpool the children somewhere.
Maybe I need an intervention.
While you organize that let me give you my
excuses reasons: 1) Everything makes me sweat. It was 50-some degrees yesterday morning with a definite chill in the air and my face was covered in a sheen of sweat. I finally cooled off, made it to my destination and walked from my van to an office building (all of a three-minute walked) and I was burning up. If I can’t even stroll through a parking lot or get dressed without sweating then why in the world would I want to exercise? 2) I’m too sore. Yup, I’m going to use the fibromyalgia excuse. I don’t care if every doctor I have tells me I have to exercise, I think being in pain 24/7 gets me out of gym class. 3) I just don’t feel like it. Geez. Get off of my case.
Okay, seriously, I don’t like the way I look or feel now so I have got to at least control the emotional eating. I’m happy to report it’s getting better. I’ll start my official weighing in next week (only because I’m stalling) and you can get on my case then. I think I’ve gained back about 10 pounds – each of which has decided to settle in my midsection and thighs. Oh the joy.
Until next week (or when I can’t procrastinate any longer)…