The last ten pounds...
Common knowledge tells us THE last ten pounds are always the hardest to lose. Is it biology? Is it societal? Is it mental? Is it emotional? I'm not quite sure...
Part of me wants to say that through evolution our bodies want those last ten pounds to pad us in case of famine.
Part of me wants to admit that I'm so pleased with what I've already lost; I've now lost my motivation.
Part of me wants to blame some of my friends and family for sabotaging me because they already think I'm too skinny.
And, yet another part of me wants to mourn the sudden shrinking of my boobs.
But, that's for another post.
I have no good explanation for why the last ten pounds are always the hardest, but I know they are because I'm experiencing it. I'm writing this post on Friday night because while I know I've tracked everything I put in my mouth this week, while I know I completed 21.14 miles and did water toning, while I know I kept my emotional eating in check, I still don't know how my weigh-in will go in the morning.
You see, usually, I sort of "check-in" on myself each Thursday to see how my week is going. Thus, I'm usually prepared for whatever is going to happen on Saturday morning. Well, this week when I did this, I was up 1.6 pounds.
And, I don't get it. There's no reason for it. I mean, I know that the body fluctuates, but I'm rarely up that much. It's disappointing and frustrating. But, if I'm up on the scale in the morning, that doesn't mean I'm going to give up. It just means it will take me a little longer to hit goal.
I've decided that I'm okay with this. I'm in no hurry. I don't care when I get to goal.
I just care that I get there.
This morning I was up .4 pounds. 9.6 pounds to go. I will do this.
The plan would have worked too, if it hadn't been for those meddling kids.
Common knowledge tells us THE last ten pounds are always the hardest to lose. Is it biology? Is it societal? Is it mental? Is it emotional? I'm not quite sure...
Part of me wants to say that through evolution our bodies want those last ten pounds to pad us in case of famine.
Part of me wants to admit that I'm so pleased with what I've already lost; I've now lost my motivation.
Part of me wants to blame some of my friends and family for sabotaging me because they already think I'm too skinny.
And, yet another part of me wants to mourn the sudden shrinking of my boobs.
But, that's for another post.
I have no good explanation for why the last ten pounds are always the hardest, but I know they are because I'm experiencing it. I'm writing this post on Friday night because while I know I've tracked everything I put in my mouth this week, while I know I completed 21.14 miles and did water toning, while I know I kept my emotional eating in check, I still don't know how my weigh-in will go in the morning.
You see, usually, I sort of "check-in" on myself each Thursday to see how my week is going. Thus, I'm usually prepared for whatever is going to happen on Saturday morning. Well, this week when I did this, I was up 1.6 pounds.
And, I don't get it. There's no reason for it. I mean, I know that the body fluctuates, but I'm rarely up that much. It's disappointing and frustrating. But, if I'm up on the scale in the morning, that doesn't mean I'm going to give up. It just means it will take me a little longer to hit goal.
I've decided that I'm okay with this. I'm in no hurry. I don't care when I get to goal.
I just care that I get there.
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{think Wayne's World}
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{SCENE CHANGE
IT IS NOW MORNING
IT IS NOW MORNING
LET'S SEE HOW I DID}
This morning I reached goal! That's a surprise! Now I get to embark on the journey that is maintenance...and live happily ever after.
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Yeah, right. I wish.
That was the "super-happy, fairy tale" ending.
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Yeah, right. I wish.
That was the "super-happy, fairy tale" ending.
{NOW LET'S DO THE ACTUAL, REAL ENDING}
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This morning I was up .4 pounds. 9.6 pounds to go. I will do this.
{NOW LET'S DO THE SCOOBY-DOO ENDING}
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The plan would have worked too, if it hadn't been for those meddling kids.
Couldn't resist.
lol... I'm a big fan of the Wayne's world references and scene changing. and of course the scooby doo ending. pardon the punctuation, lack of capitals, etc. 3 hours of sleep. but I'm here reading. that makes me cool right?
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