Apparently throwing a fit and having a pity party is an effective weight loss tool. Who knew? Because after my weekend long melt down and feeling sorry for myself, I stood on the scale this morning and was 2 pounds lighter than last Friday.
It's pretty surprising how much of getting on track involves the simple act of changing habits. Now it's not actually simple to put into practice, but so much of my challenges involve poor habits I've gotten into.
Like coming home and plowing through a bunch of peanut butter. When I decided to get back on track, that was one of the first things I knew had to change. And the first couple weeks were rough. I would longingly look at the cabinet where the pb is held and have actual mental arguments with myself.
That desire hasn't gone away, but that obsession is starting to fade. It's just something I don't do anymore. Last night, though, fairly late in the evening I was in the kitchen and thought I was hungry. I had come home from work and did a BRICK - I rode the bike trainer for 21 miles, got off and immediately ran 4 miles on the treadmill.
So I rationalized that a little bit of peanut butter was perfectly justified. You know that iconic cartoon of the cat burglar sneaking through the house and he hears a noise and freezes, hunched over, one leg in the air, arms frozen in mid-step. That was me - posed in the kitchen - fully intending to dive into the pb. I stopped, took a breath, shook my head and exited the kitchen.
It's a good thing the scale was down this morning or I would have been pissed for my amazing (haha!) show of self control not paying off.
My body is certainly not responding on the timeline that I want to see. It also is not suddenly becoming easy like I want it to. I hope that this is a sign, though, that I am heading in the right direction!!