One year ago? Today? Really? Wow. Time passes when you're not making progress.
Yes, it's true. What began as a quest to shed the pounds for my wedding in a year and a half has apparently hit a standstill. No, I am not gaining weight by the buttload anymore. But motivation seems to be at an impasse. Hovering somewhere in the high 260s, I'm not quite sure how I got to this point.
See, back during the Christmas season, with the gym quickly erasing itself as an option, I purchased "The Biggest Loser Challenge" for Wii for Holls and I. This was supposed to jump-start my weight loss effort. And for a while, it did. It's hard to work out in an apartment that's roughly the size of a single-person shower, but I was trying to make it work. After several failed attempts to get it going, I was finally on track. And then?
Boom. Dead for four days. By the time I recovered, I was so spent I had absolutely no desire to exercise, eat right, whatever. And over the few weeks that have followed, while I've had the inkling to maybe get back on the horse, I've found that I'd rather sprinkle salt and pepper on the horse and eat it instead.
Maybe it's because time is not of the essence. I've not necessarily ballooned back up, and I know there's still plenty of time. But hey, wasn't it great feeling great all the time? So why wouldn't I want that feeling back? Please excuse the impromptu therapy session.
But I think it's time. Enough weeks and months have passed for me to enjoy my little respite. It's time to get back into it. This is more of a celebratory, pat-my-fat-back type of message to myself. Now, let's celebrate by eating a carrot
cake
