Last week I told a friend that I wasn't joining any more challenges, because I was tired of being a loser. Which may be one of the saddest things that I've said ever in the history of saying things. I'd just decided that hitting goal wasn't possible for me. That, of course, was a bunch of bs. The only thing I had to do to be competitive was get off my behind. That really shouldn't be that hard. It is though. Especially with a super sedentary job and the longest commute on Earth. I got on my own nerves with my whining and got off my ass. For the first time in forever, I hit goal. Not just once, but all five days of the challenge. I wasn't competing against anyone but me. Me vs. my 10,000 step goal. I felt more energetic than I had it a long time.
|I did this five whole times!!!!|
Unfortunately, despite my efforts, the scale is stuck. My body is good and health at 233. It likes it here. This is probably because I've spent a lot of time at this weight. In fact, when I became pregnant with Ladybug I was this weight. Although my body is happy here, my mind is not. So I need to buckle down and get even more focused. Plateaus suck but they don't last forever. I'm going to add weights into my workouts. And I'll become more vigilant with my carbs. I generally don't think about vegetables when counting carbs and that needs to change. My next goal is 215, but I'll never get there if I don't get the hell away from the 230s.