Okay, so I’m guilty. What did I do? About ten days ago I entered into a contract with my daughter. We became fitness buddies. I’d told her my goal was simple: exercise more, eat a healthy diet, lose one pound a week and keep it off. Sounds easy, right?
Well, not so much.
I have the world’s slowest metabolism, and if I’m being really honest some bad habits I need to shake off. Like sitting at the computer for too many hours, and mindlessly snacking. I worked really, really hard. I added in one mile on the treadmill to my 3X per week Curves resistance training. On the alternate days I rode the bike, did stretches and abs, and then went to the pool. I took one day off to rest. I lost two pounds.
We agreed to weigh in on Thursday mornings. Feeling pretty darn good about myself, and my two pound loss, (especially as I’m working on edits right now and that’s always stressful) I celebrated on Saturday night with a small pizza and two glasses of wine. Remember those bad habits I mentioned? Anyway, Sunday morning I had put back on 1.8 pounds. Sigh.
My sweet daughter’s response when I fessed up: “At least the number is going down.” Yes, indeed. I had taken off .2 of a pound for all of that effort. But my philosophy is no fudging and no judging. I’m in this for the long term. In mid-July we’ll see each other face to face and the truth will be evident. So, what’s on the agenda for this week? I’m upping the time on the treadmill to 1.5 miles, and after my next Thursday weigh-in I’ll celebrate in a way that does not include food, perhaps with a manicure and pedicure, a massage, or a movie.
Now tell me what you’re feeling guilty about these days. You can confess here, this is a non-judging zone. Come on guys…don’t leave me hanging. Ha ha.