I’m ready to throw in the towel.
I know it takes 28 days to form a habit and I’ve been trying so hard to stay active every day when possible and watch what I eat. But my weekends have been my undoing. I am not strict about my diet come Friday night. And in those two days when I’m not sitting in my cubicle far enough away from restaurants to resist temptation, I can consume a lot of calories. And I eat more than I can keep track of because I don’t even realize that I’m eating. AGAIN! All the walking/Zumba/circuit training Monday through Friday mean jack if – no, when – I overeat on the weekends.
Here’s my lovely update:
Weigh-in weight: 168.8 lbs/170.2/172.4
Current weight: 168.0 lbs
% weight gained or lost: -0.47%/-1.29%/-2.55%
Inches lost: 7.7
Time spent exercising: 721 minutes
Notice a trend there? Each new game I start I’m weighing in HIGHER than the last. I’m losing inches bit by bit, but I haven’t lost much in the last week, less than an inch all around. And I don’t feel different. My right knee started hurting Saturday night and threatened to slide out from under me yesterday during one of my walks. Today it’s feeling better, but I’m still unwilling to do too much to it. My shins are starting to ache when I walk a bit faster than my usual, so I’m not entirely surprised at my plateau/gain.
And I’m not feeling any positive differences. I don’t have more energy – I’m actually more exhausted than before. I’m not shrinking – my work slacks and jeans fit exactly the same despite my loss in inches (which depresses me more because that means my pants were too tight to begin with). And my bras are too loose: my boobs are shrinking. No wonder my motivation is in the basement!
From the front, my stomach looks different, but those two side pictures tell the truth: WASTE OF EFFORT.
Watching the scale climb higher and higher and knowing that my weekends are reversing any good I do during the week is not helping me, either. I know I need to pay closer attention to what I eat on the weekends, but I don’t want to. I should want to change my habits. That’s the key to long-term weight loss. I don’t want to walk at work. I don’t want to work out in the evenings.
I’m tired. I’m freaking hungry! I hate craving something and thinking, “Not on your life! Do you know how many HOURS of Zumba you’d have to do to make that go away??”
I’m ready to quit. Forget the money in the DietBet pots.