For quite some time, I have been composing a very whiny post in my head. Very whiny. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.<\/p>\n
Ahem. You may not have noticed, since I only blog about it every other<\/em> day, that I’ve been working hard on this weight-loss thing. But you reading about it occassionally is not nearly so overwhelmingly annoying as me living with it has been. It seems like I’m fighting a battle with my willpower many, many times each day:<\/p>\n Whiner me<\/strong>: I don’t waaaant to work out. Whiner me<\/strong>: But I worked out, now I really waaaaant that caramel pecan chocolate chip cookie! Whiner me<\/strong>: Oh but look, chips are on sale. Sale, I say. Chips… I love chips. Chips make me happy, and I deserve to be happy. Whiner me<\/strong>: Wah! I’ve been so good all day, I’m tired, I just want to order a pizza for dinner. And the boys won’t eat pizza unless it has double cheese and bacon. C’mon, throw me a bone here, it’s been a long day. Lather, rinse and repeat every. single. day. Damn, I’m starting to hate ‘keener me’.<\/p>\n And it wouldn’t have been so very hard to keep up this internal argument if I were making progress. But every Saturday, I would step on to the scale at the gym, and every Saturday the needle would be magnetically drawn to the same place, a full 10 lbs heavier than I’ve ever been. I lost that one pound the first week, gained it back the second week, and it hasn’t budged in four long weeks. It has been, in a word, demoralizing. Why try if it isn’t making any difference? Why work out two or three times a week, why deny myself the treats, why stress myself out for NOTHING?<\/p>\n (Like I said, whiny. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!)<\/p>\n BUT!<\/p>\n This Saturday, as I stepped on to the scale, I was braced for the disappointment. I centred my feet in exactly the same spot I always do, leaned forward the way I always do, and damn near fell off the scale when I saw it was down a full five pounds.<\/p>\n Five pounds? FIVE POUNDS? I lost five pounds in just one week?<\/p>\n So I stepped off the scale, did a little shuffle, and stepped back on the scale. I could barely bring myself to look. Still down five pounds. <\/p>\n I left the gym feeling a little shakey, and it wasn’t just from the 25 minutes full-tilt on the elliptical. I wanted to believe, wanted with my whole heart to believe it was true, and yet I couldn’t help but feel that someone was about to snatch this small victory away from me.<\/p>\n I’ve never actually been successful at weight loss before. I’ve lost weight due to stress (lost a bunch when I moved away from home the first time, lost so much when I went through my divorce that I took to saying I’d lost 225 lbs – 25 lbs off me, and another 200 lbs off my back) but I’ve never in the years of trying lost more than a pound or so. I’ve just kind of acclimatized to the new weight every couple of years.<\/p>\n Do you think it’s possible? Did I really lose 5 lbs last week? No wait, shhhhhh, don’t say anything. If I just never step on a scale again, I can live with only having met half my goal. I’m going to scratch this one off as a victory while I still can.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" For quite some time, I have been composing a very whiny post in my head. Very whiny. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Ahem. You may not have noticed, since I only blog about it every other day, that I’ve been working hard on this weight-loss thing. But you reading about it occassionally is not … Continue reading “Progress?”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-765","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-it-is-all-about-me"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/765","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=765"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/765\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=765"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=765"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=765"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Keener me<\/strong>: Oh, just do it and you’ll feel better.<\/p>\n
(damn those caramel chocolate pecan cookies, they will be my undoing)
Keener me<\/strong>: No, no, no. You don’t need cookies. Have a piece of lettuce.<\/p>\n
Keener me<\/strong>: NO CHIPS! Chips are evil. You are better than chips. Just say NO to chips.<\/p>\n
Keener me<\/strong>: Oh come off it. It will take 15 minutes to throw together a veggie stir fry. You can do it!<\/p>\n