After closing out my 30 day run at this, I didn’t so much fall off the wagon as take a long low running dive and strike out away from the wagon as hard as I possibly could. I even stopped counting calories. There has been a distinct To Hell With It All vibe, and I’ve been Just Fine with that.
Today, however, marks the start of another go at this, with a 6-week run ahead of me instead of 30 days.
I don’t know quite how I’ll handle this go. Back to counting calories, but I don’t know if I’ll be more strict, or less strict, with myself regarding actual sweets. I’m leaning toward more strict, which means no hot chocolates on Thursdays, but we’ll see how much willpower I have in that regard come tomorrow.
Even with most of a week of throwing it all to the wind, I’m down five pounds over the past five weeks. That’s a perfectly reasonable rate of weight loss, although not a terribly inspiring one. (The lack of inspiration is probably part of why I flung myself off the wagon so readily. Thanks to biology my lowest weight this month was a couple weeks ago, and I’m actually slightly lighter now than I was when my 30 days were up.) Anyway, inspiring of not, that rate of weight loss will eventually get me where I’m going, so here we are, back on the wagon.
(x-posted from The Essential Kit)