As we near the end of our 4th week, I’m noticing an increase in something… it’s not energy or muscle aches or hunger (well maybe a little). It’s guilt.
I started off with small goals, allowing myself to live much as I had been with a few healthy changes at a time. Baby steps, right? But now, I’m getting greedy. I like losing weight and I want so badly to continue the downward trend that I feel guilty if I do something less than healthy… like the dinner of tortilla chips, cheese and leftover baked beans I had the other night… or the fact that I’m having trouble doing real pushups.
Of course, the guilt is actually helping me eat better and it certainly ensures I get my weekly workouts in, but it is also a sure-fire way to derail my plans to make this a lifelong endeavor. There will be nights in my life when all I want for dinner are a few tortilla chips and cheese. That just has to be OK (once in a while).
So my mantra for the day, week, month: Chill Mama.
It’s 20 pounds in 20 weeks… I don’t have to do this overnight.