This year I had made the conscious decision that I was going to be be a little more "wild" around the Christmas holidays. I was going to eat more then normal and not be so exercise fanatical.
What I didn't anticipate was a huge ice storm. An ice storm that would lead me to tremendous stress eating and limiting - even CANCELING - exercise for a couple of days.
And then OH THE EATING Xmas Eve and Xmas Day. When I woke up Thursday, I saw a number on the scale I haven't seen since early 2012.
Did I ever tell you guys that after my skin removal surgery I was so full of fluid they had pumped into me that when I would tap my abdominal area you could see the water rippling under the skin - like a waterbed. Well, on Thursday I was SO BLOATED that at work - when I went to work out - I actually had a ROLL hanging over my shorts and I could tap my stomach and just see the water rippling in there!
I became convinced there and then that I would NOT lose the weight I had "gained" and that it was inevitable that I would get fat again. And I said this to myself with a sort of resignation - I was sad, but also didn't really care. Which was evidenced by me raiding the goody trays that still sat there at work.
My weight slid down a little yesterday and is down even more today. I'm above my red line, but only by 2.5 pounds. So I should consider myself lucky. Today begins a return to normal. I can't promise that I will be 100% on track - there are still some cookies here in the house calling my name. BUT, we will take down the tree, clean the house up, and I have a delicious garlic-herb pork roast in the crock pot cooking for dinner. In just a few minutes we'll be in our workout room resuming our normal Saturday exercise routine.
There is nothing - NOTHING - that can prevent me from getting back to an acceptable weight EXCEPT myself. Time to make some goals and start to get back on track. I might not be perfect, but I'll be better, and that is good enough for all of us!