I always told myself that getting started was the toughest part. And it IS tough. But then you get to that point when you just want to relax and not think so hard about eating right and working out. And that’s tough, too!
OK, truth be told, some things are getting easier. Lunches during the week consist of a salad, a healthy turkey wrap or a turkey sub from Subway–every day. I FINALLY made it to the top of the waiting list for my company gym, so getting in a workout or two during the week has gotten easier (though the novelty of working out at lunchtime has already waned). My husband has embraced my efforts and grills chicken breasts or fish nearly every night. And running isn’t so incredibly intimidating that I dread the whole idea. I don’t even really do rules every week now, because it’s becoming ingrained… which was the goal, really.
But, man-oh-man, why does EVERY SINGLE POUND need to be such an event? I lost two pounds last week, which puts me at 139. The 130s! Woo hoo! I did my little dance, tried on some jeans I hadn’t worn in a couple years and felt pretty skinny all week. This week? Nada. Nothing. Zero. Remember, I’m eating salads and healthy turkey sandwiches at lunch… grilled chicken at dinner… running 3x a week (plus a good walk here and there). I EXPECT a loss every week. I DESERVE it, don’t I?
I know, I know. It’s a process. Two steps forward… wait. Two more steps forward. But I’m a girl who needs a little reinforcement, you know? Plus, the idea that I may have to work even harder to keep losing makes me nervous. Yeah, sure, there’s still room for improvement (I did have a little non-fat frozen yogurt with candy topping yesterday… and a light beer with dinner last night), but I’m really hoping to accomplish my goals without giving up every food pleasure, you know?