Sunday, December 12, 2010
I shouldn't be surprised, really. This isn't the first time this has happened. I don't know if y'all remember, but there were several months where Saturday was fitness day, ne? Where I reported my weight loss progress and dieting successes... my fitness triumphs... in three months at the beginning of this year I lost 40 pounds—BUYAH!
When the losses quit, I continued to report in. I'll get back to it. I'll get back to it. I'll get back to it. What a BORE my Saturday blogs were there for a while... excuses and promises... Three months of no more losses... three months of the slow trickle of tiny gains... then? Silence. You haven't heard a peep from me on the topic for quite some time.
Somewhere around October, I quit trying altogether. I started giving in to the food cravings. And SLOWLY, I also gave in to the 4:30 is too early to exercise thing... I had a cold—sleep was more vital than exercise. It was wet, or it was cold... I have and WILL continue to walk to work, but the power walks have dwindled.
I haven't stepped on a scale. I'm afraid.
But I figured it was time to own it. My biology is from the northern tribes and I think there is a message to store a little fat for winter, because it might be long and I must survive it. I am giving in to that until January 1. So there.