Me, Saturday. Post LOTS of walking at Comic Con.
I had an epiphany this past week. I looked in the mirror, aghast.
Man, my knees are FAT.
I decided I don’t like this anymore.
Also, I’m pretty over my food baby (I’m *this* close to naming the damn thing).
And don’t get me started on my bat wing upper arms. Tired of it, I tell you.
(My upper arms disgust me as I flap them for the camera, in a weird, bird wing movement).
So yeah. I had an epiphany this week. That feeling of, “WOW! I lost 20 lbs! GO ME!” has worn off. I had the feeling in January and I rode that feeling from then til now. But it’s time to crest this roller coaster over the hill. I’m lighter but I ain’t comfortable, and I’m NOT enjoying chub rub now that I’m wearing summer dresses.
I think part of me has accepted my struggle between 20 lbs-23 lbs down because I think, well, I have lost 20 lbs-23 lbs. This is no longer acceptable. This is not what I want. I keep thinking, wow, I could have been down at least 40 lbs. by Vegas if I’d kept going in January instead of succumbing to my plateau.
Enough, no more with the regrets, and no more with the “Yay! I’m down 20 lbs!” It’s time to move past celebrating this milestone and to create new ones!!! I have a new goal! 25 lbs. down! It’s a baby step in the journey but I want it bad!
Don’t get me wrong – while I am being tough on myself, poking a little fun at my fat in this post (kinda like the “circle the fat” rumors of college sorority hazing?) I still love me. I have a couple new summer dresses and I feel pretty in them. I’m not suffering a total breakdown of self esteem. Just facing reality. The fat’s gotta GO.
Weight at start of the week: 199 lbs.
Weight at end of the week: 199.4 lbs.
That’s a total of .4 lbs gained, for a grand total of 20.8 lbs down.
Goals for the coming week:
- Please, for the love of God, FOLLOW WEIGHT WATCHERS THIS WEEK.
- Exercise three times. No other asks. Just exercise. I’ve already got one day down, two more to go.
- Drink six glasses of water a day. I’m starting to feel my fingers blow up like sausages and I need to get them normal again.
How’s your week, friends? Ever had a fat-piphany like me? How did you overcome your plateaus? Share your thoughts in the comments below!