When it comes to losing weight and sticking to my program, it’s a constant battle between the confident me who’s committed to doing this once and for all and the mean me who likes to dwell on the negative. It makes for a scrappy internal dialogue. This week’s went something like this:
“You ate that dessert. You suck.”
“I don’t suck. Gotta have dessert every once in a while. These are lifelong changes. I’m not giving up dessert.”
“How are you going to lose 20 pounds if you eat tiny snickers bars?”
“Little by little. Remember? 20 pounds in 20 weeks? I don’t have to do this all at once.”
“Right. You do realize it’s Thursday and you’ve only worked out twice. How you gonna squeeze in that third workout?”
“I’ll do it.”
“Really? When? You have to work till 6, battle rush hour traffic, play with Baby Blue, give him a bath, feed him, put him to bed and eat dinner. You’re really going to go do a 30-minute workout?”
“Yep.”
And I did. After Baby Blue went to sleep. Before dinner (the dinner my husband so kindly made). The workout wasn’t fun, but I did it.
I win.