An *almost* success. I went a little dumb with the Easter cookies but..I drank a lot of water and was *good* all day up til that point =]
Take the victories I suppose
As horribly frustrating as it is to admit that I gave up or fell off the wagon or whatever you want to say….At least I’m back to try again.
Why did I fail?
My routine and diet fell apart. I don’t do well when something messes with my routine — like starting a new semester or going away for Christmas…This is definitely something I need to work on…Recovering from a break instead of elongating it.
What am I going to do different?
It’s time to get serious about a diet change. I always held by the “everything in moderation” rule but honestly…I’m a food addict. If it’s in the house (bad or good) I will eat it. So I need to build my diet up from scratch. Start with the basics and introduce those bad things back in gradually.
Also, I’m all for going hard at the gym…but the most consistent exercisers I know, all started slow. I need to start at a walk…as difficult as that is to accept.
What am I feeling now?
This part might get a little sad but…I want to remember how I’m feeling about myself and the start of this journey…I want to remember and remind myself not to go backwards.
I feel…in a word…terrible. I’m heavier than I’ve ever been…I feel nothing but disgust for my appearance and my eating habits. My parents are completely unsupporting of my desire to get healthy and fill the house with junk that I…frankly….don’t have the will power to walk away from.
I feel like I’m lying to myself when I start every day with egg whites and a salad and end every day with a gigantic bowl of ice cream. I start off good and end in disaster…and It just feels like every day I’m breaking that promise to myself to get healthy
Week 1 goal: Drink more water
(The hope is…if I focus on changing one thing at a time…It won’t be so hard to keep up)