Weight loss is no fun.
Surprise, surprise. I've been trying to be as positive as possible, and I will be again, but felt pretty down about it today. Just garden-variety discouragement. And it's a little early for that, don't you think?
I guess this morning's weigh in precipitated it. For all my talk about trends, I do care about the number, and I was disappointed. Going from 207.5 to three days of 210 is a little deflating. I did take Tuesday off, but I didn't think it was going to have such a big impact.
And maybe it didn't. Probably these are just normal fluctuations and I should just keep working my plan.
It does make me begin to doubt the plan, though, at a minimum. Maximally, doubt begins to creep in that I can be successful.
So, let's be rational: if my current plan/behavior doesn't work over a decent amount of time, then I may need to look at making a change. But we're probably not there, yet. Give it a little time.
And it is possible that my no-holds-barred day off is counterproductive. Still, other reputable diets contain days off, and mine isn't even once a week any more. What do you think?
As to the maximal doubt, it's just not rational. I can be successful at this. Many people have lost weight. It can be done. Doesn't being really smart count for anything? Or is this one of those all too frequent cases when too smart is dumb?
Plus, I have supportive friends to encourage me. We are in this together. I don't want to let myself down or my family or you.
In the end, it's like Apollo 13: Failure is not an option. Not this time. Not any more. I don't care if it takes a year. I'm going to lose this weight. I'm tired of overeating getting the best of me.
So, like I said frackin' 210 today with everything else good, as far as I can tell: caloric intake, exercise. Got up at the right time this morning and caught up on my biking.
But enough about me. How are you doing?