Thursday, February 16, 2017
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
But in the best kind of way. I just wish I could say I've been taking full advantage of it.
I've really got to get better at getting outside. I'm still too chained to my desk for my liking, and I've got to get harsher with myself and MAKE myself go walk at lunch, if nothing else.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
This coming week, I plan on working on a few areas to see if I can improve my game a little:
1. I want to make sure I'm eating at my scheduled times.
2. I want to make sure I'm eating ONLY what's safe for me to eat at this stage of my program.
3. I want to make sure I'm drinking all the water my body needs.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Days and weeks of forced inactivity, due to being snowbound. Nothing to do but sleep, eat, and watch endless TV. My spirit drooped, and the scale climbed....imperceptibly, at first, but it was there.
With the change in the weather, my hopes changed. I had signed up for a 10k in March that I was eagerly looking forward to, but after being out of commission for the better part of two months, it was a mighty struggle to get back to a point where I could just finish the race at all. Regardless, after only two weeks of training, I was able to hold my head up high enough to gain a PR out of it.
(grab a branch, hold your ground, inch your way back up a little)
Then my knee started acting up. Not much at first, just a little griping after my run. But then it got worse. Soon, it was griping after the first few steps. So I was forced to rest it.
I tried to start back a few times, tried to walk some, even,
(grab a bush, hold your ground)
but every time, my knee (and soon both my knees) would start griping. And I would stop again.
Then, the depression set in.
More and more food started inching its way into my day, and soon, I couldn't bring myself to log it into MFP....the totals would depress me even more. My waistline started expanding again, my clothes felt tighter, the scale screamed "failure!!" every time I stepped on it, so that stopped, too.
And before I knew it...months had passed, and I had gained back 25 pounds.
The day I realized that I was purposely ignoring all my social media because I was so ashamed of how far I had fallen, and how uncomfortable I had once again become in my own skin is the day I decided to dig in my heels. Just because I have slid a little ways, doesn't mean I'm a failure. I'm not at the bottom of the gulley...in fact, I'm a long way from it. I'm much closer to the top than I am to the bottom. There's no need to be so deeply depressed over this issue.