Today marks two weeks that I’ve been diligently following South Beach Phase 1- no fruit, no carbs, no alcohol- and what do I have to show for it? A mere 2.5lbs lost and an inch around my hips.
This is wholly disappointing to me.
Last time I did Phase 1 I lost close to 11 lbs in two weeks. Granted, my entire focus was on my health back then. I was a machine! Besides work, all I did was cook healthy food and work out. This time around I’ve found myself in the midst of a frenetic schedule with very little motivation around working out. Just a lot of guilt which, if you’ve never experienced it, feels like weights around the ankles and wrists. Debilitating and yet, not very helpful in taking off the pounds. Go figure.
So here I am, frustrated and disappointed. I suppose I thought this could be a quick fix to get me back to where I was in December weight-wise and that, in turn, would spur me on to getting back on track with fitness. Quick fixes never really sustain anyhow. I should have known better.
There’s a pull to give up entirely. To just say: “Fuck it. This is what I look like.” But I do not like what I look like. I am not comfortable. And I don’t like setting a goal and not reaching it. I do not settle for second best, especially when it comes to me.
Almost a year ago (give or take five days), I laid it out for all to read. I announced my starting weight to the interwebs. I set goals and achieved them. I was ready to take action. And now here I am feeling stalled and uninspired. I’m looking for a new spark to light my fire. A new invigoration in my waning gusto. Another chance at success.
On May 26th, 2009 I weighed 224lbs.
On May 12th, 2010 I weigh 193.5lbs.
I’ve lost 30lbs in a year.
I’m “supposed” to weigh something like 125lbs but I’d be comfortable weighing 150. That means I have 43.5lbs to go. Time to raise the bar, set new goals and quit with the excuses.
I am in charge of me.