
OK, so I might not have paid much attention this week to tracking my food. And I might have gained a little weight as a result. But I enjoyed every minute of it!
No seriously, I'm a little bummed about it. I feel like I am constantly taking two steps forward and then one big step backwards. This week I gained 1.3 lbs. AHHHHHHHH!
Of
my three goals (quit smoking, lose 50 lbs, and run an ultramarathon), the losing weight goal has been by far the hardest. Yes,
quitting smoking was difficult while going through it, but it is over now and I don't even think about smoking. And as for training for the ultramarathon, I love every minute of it.
But losing 50 lbs is a different story. It's hard. It is something that I struggle with every day, throughout the day. I love the taste of food. I like to drink a few beers. I like dessert. I like hamburgers and hot dogs and all the awesome stuff you can cook on a barbecue. I think the challenge with my weight is more of a mental issue than a physical one. I lack the mental resolve to do what I know I need to do. I can't seem to get control of it.
I just need to keep at it.
I can do this.
Reset... again.