Here I am, still on this weight-loss journey. I’ve come to the realization that it’ll never be over. I’m the type of person that can’t eat until she’s full. I have to count calories. I have to weigh and measure to ensure I’m eating correct portions.
And I’m okay with that.
And I’m not okay with that.
Going out to eat with friends and family can be hard, especially as food is a source of entertainment. People can’t understand why I’d want to go out to a restaurant or bar simply to hang out.
“Order mozzarella sticks. That’s not a lot of food.”
“At least get a salad.”
“One beer won’t kill you.”
Who knew peer pressure didn’t end after high school? 🙂
Then, there’s the boredom. Mushrooms and salad again? A protein shake again? I’d think, “Let’s go out to eat tonight instead. I’m craving a cheeseburger.” Once my husband and I would get to the restaurant, I’d convince myself of the following: “Since I’m having a cheeseburger, I’m going to put cheese on the fries, too.”
So I began eating a little off track here, a little off track here. And what happened? I gained. I used to be an 8-10, but I’ve gone up to a 12-14.
And here’s where the weight gain stops. Because, like I wanted to prove when I first began this blog, the third time’s the charm. I won’t gain 100 pounds again. I won’t.
I’ve been doing this journey for so long, I have the tools to get me through this setback. That’s all it is. A setback.
I’m going to try to blog twice a week to keep myself accountable. So, if you want to follow me through this journey to get back on track, thank you. It’s always nice to get help from friends. 🙂
For the first few months, I won’t be weighing myself. I know the number is going to cause me to feel like even more of a failure. I can see the weight gain. I can feel it in my clothes. I don’t need a number to further drive in the truth.
Right now, it’s all about getting back on track.