So I have officially gained 5lbs since November, my focus is lost. I thought it was becasue I was sick of weight watchers but I think it is just me. I have lost that spark.
I think that it all seemed to go downhill when I stopped working out. I keep meaning to get back on the running bandwagon but facing the treadmill is really daunting at this point. I can feel myself in the same old pattern where I lost about 20lbs then gain it all back if not a little bit more. I f'n hate it. I hate it. I hate that I can see myself slipping and yet I am just letting it happen. I am pissed at myself, why can't I just snap out of it and get back to the plan.
What I have tried.
- planning meals
-drinking a ton of water
-drinking less diet coke (I do have less cravings at night)
- changing my diet plan (stopping ww, trying intuitive eating)
- no alcohol (this isn't that hard for me)
I'm tired and I know it is because I am so inactive. I live in Maine and it is cold and dark the majority of the day. It's hard to get outside. It is hard to get up early when it is dark. Sure these are all valid excuses but complaining isn't going to change them. Whining about it won't make Maine turn into a warm climate. I am really trying to suck it up and realize that although these might make it more difficult my only true option is to find a way around it, I cannot change that.
So what am I going to fight?
Am I going to fight myself for continuing the lose/gain cycle? Or do I fight against the elements of life? DO I fight the urge to go back to bed before an early morning workout or fight the disapointment that I did skip the workout? Either way I am fighting.