I’m annoyed, disappointed. I went on vacation two weeks ago. I gained almost 4 pounds on vacation. Two weeks after vacation, I haven’t shed all those pounds yet. I rationalized that whole week that I didn’t have to worry about my eating because I was on vacation. Uggggh.
I weigh myself almost daily. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. So when I saw the number yesterday morning, I thought for sure that last vacation pound would be gone by this morning’s weigh-in. It wasn’t. So the day didn’t have a great start.
I know I should be glad I lost weight, which I am. But I’m just so annoyed with how long it takes. Its my fault though because I have no restraint. I diet when it works for me and forget about it when it doesn’t. Thats not a terrible way to do it, but that does make it take longer!
Oh well, it is what it is. There’s no reason to dwell on it all day long, which I have. I feel like a broken record every couple weeks saying “diet’s back on…” until the next challenge pops up and I decide to just eat to my heart’s content.
Well, the diet’s back on, starting today. I am tracking every morsel that I eat, no matter how bad it is. I was expecting a triumphant post three weeks ago saying I’d finally reached my goal. Now, however, I weigh 178.4, 3.4 pounds above my goal. I can do this in a week. I will do this in a week! I’m running 25 to 30 miles a week now, working out five or six days a week. Surely I can control what goes in my mouth and lose this freakin’ weight!