Considering I’ve had seventeen days under my belt in the old diet and exercise stich I’d love to report that I was diligent, steadfast, and unwavering in my pursuits…instead I am going to lay out the cold hard truth of the past two and half weeks. The first week was a struggle, one day I would be awesome, sticking to a low carb menu and killing my workout goals…the next day I would derail and retreat into the comforting and familiar land of carbohydrates. By the second week I had gotten a handle on things and was able to get into a good routine, the temptations never really changed, but much to my dismay my willpower strengthened and the temporary enjoyment did not weigh out against my long term goals.
As soon as I got into a good routine I started seeing a slow and steady decrease on the scale. As anyone who is trying to lose weight knows, it is never fast enough. It is a constant struggle to focus on small goals rather than the bottom line. Along the way you take hold of those small victories that usually only you and sometimes your close friends/family can see. For me one of those victories was getting my snow pants on again! For a while there I couldn’t get those babies up and over my bootay, which was absolutely horrifying to a girl whose favorite season is WINTER! Being able to wear them to go snowmachining with my family was such an encouragement, now if only I could lose enough weight to get them buttoned! Lol!
I didn’t quite kick the old diet soda habit either, yeah yeah I can already hear your disapproval…but I did cut back on it substantially so I consider that a small victory as well. Overall the past seventeen days have been me just getting dialed in to a new lifestyle…and I feel great. I’m past the withdrawal symptoms, not even sure if it was from cutting back on pop or carbs, probably both. I actually really enjoy the foods that I am supposed to be eating, and I’ve found new and creative ways to cook so that it’s not monotonous. I’m not cured. I still wage war in my mind everyday to skip my workouts, or eat a loaf of bread, but watching the scale finally spit out positive results that what I’m doing is working, that the hard work is paying off helps me win those battles.
The greatest victory since this all began was this past weekend, snowmachining with my husband and kids. I haven’t really wanted to do much of anything for a while now, and I don’t necessarily think that losing 5 pounds was the ticket…but the change in my diet and the introduction of daily exercise into my schedule has helped pull me out of the depth of the depression I was floundering in. I have changed my kids eating habits since I started this because I could see the direct link to how we feel by what we eat. And exercise…the best anti-depressant OFF the market! The day spent with my family was just another reminder as to WHY I am doing this, and WHY it is so important! I definitely felt clumsy on my sled and completely out of shape, it gets tricky when you are trying to shift your weight on your sled to make basic maneuvers and your weight makes a huge difference! And although my pants were on, they were terribly uncomfortable, as they cut of my circulation it was a stark reminder that I have a ways to go. But, those weren’t the thoughts I was focused on, I was enjoying a beautiful sunshiny day with my family, doing something we all love. And once again showing my husband and my kids that I’m committed to this, and to them.
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