If you've been reading my blog at all this year, you know that I've been working at losing weight. Long story short, I kicked off the new year by joining Weight Watchers Online, started running in March, celebrated reaching my goal weight in July, and hit the 75 pound mark in September.
Over the past several months, I have read so many sweet comments and emails from you. You have encouraged me, cheered me on, and shared your own struggles with the scale.
Well, friends. I think I've hit what can only be described as my first roadblock on this journey. Combine the Thanksgiving holiday with my tendency to be a stress-eater and I have been making a ton of terrible food choices over the last couple weeks.
Instead of making any of the wonderful recipes available on the Weight Watchers website, I've been phoning it in with frozen pizza and trips to Culver's. (side note: If you are not familiar with Culver's, you have my sympathy. A-MA-ZING.)
Really, I have no explanation for why I got it in my fool head to make these Rice Krispie treats.
And I really have no excuse for this cheeseburger.
The holidays are just tough, yo. I was actually really proud of myself for the restraint I had at Thanksgiving dinner, but after I got sick that night and ended up vomiting for hours (sorry....should have warned you about that one), maybe I felt like I was cheated out of it or something.
Now, I'm not writing this to throw myself a pity party.
If you are one of those who is fighting a battle with the scale, working at finding a way to take control of your health, striving toward a better self-image and losing....please hear me. It's never going to be perfect or easy. There are going to be seasons of struggle where it just doesn't seem to click for you. Life happens and sometimes it's ok to just do what you have to do to get through it.
Even if it means making a batch of cookies or eating a cheeseburger.
By the way, I promised you a Thanksgiving comparison photo, so here you go.
I'm going to try to really focus on my overall success rather than a handful of failures. Maintaining a comfortable size is more about fitting into my goal jeans than it is about the number of the scale. This is a new week and just like I can wake up every morning knowing that God's mercies begin anew, I have a clean slate when it comes to how I treat my body. Every day is a new chance to do it better!
And I tried Zumba for the first time last week and it was awesome. I probably looking like a spaz on steroids, but I can't wait to do it again on Wednesday!