April 26, 2006 at 2:15 pm
Easter, bridal showers, and house sales are all perfectly acceptable times to suffocate your face in chocolate, but I just wish they didn’t have to happen all in the same week.
We sold the house in a new personal record of 12 days of showings. That’s also a personal record for number of continuous days in which I’ve made my bed. I went out for ice cream with my mom to celebrate, even though we’d gone to a bridal shower earlier in the day and had cake. I have now filled my quota for special occasions until at least August.
Then two nights ago I actually woke up because of menstrual cramps that lasted most of the day and killed any desire I might have had to exercise. I also spent a few days playing a video game on my computer this week which caused me to hold my arm at a weird angle. The resulting stiffness made me decide to hold off on weights for a couple days so I wouldn’t hurt myself.
So, essentially Pastaville has been hit with a Hurricane Katrina size dieting and exercising disaster this week. Well, maybe not Katrina size, but at least an F3 tornado with a couple overturned trailers. It worries me some because I know this is how bad habits start and good habits get lured into an alley and beaten with a sock full of D batteries. So, no more! Back to running and lifting and eating well, etc.
I have to wonder if half of this isn’t just fatigue. It’s been over 15 months, can’t I just be thin already? Some days I think “Another 70 pounds! That’s nothing. I’ve already lost twice that!” and other days I think “Ugh, another 70 pounds? Really?” Also, when you figure in the fact that my goal weight is a number I essentially pulled out of the ether, I might just get to 180 or something and say “Well, this is good enough.” Kind of like old time settlers who were headed for California but decided to just quit in Nevada. I might easily be distracted by the shiny lights of Las Vegas. I’d just like to get to a point where I don’t have to shop in the plus size section anymore. When that happens, I figure I’ve got it made, whether I’ve made it to the coastline or not.