As the title of this blog entry suggests, this week has been rather atypical. There’s been rain, false alarms of forecasted rain, tremors resulting from an earthquake down in Virginia, Hurricane Irene and, of course, consequently all MTA service was shutdown this weekend (probably the first time in history if not the first time in my lifetime). This of course made the week a little unpredictable. Plans had to be changed and adapted which cut into my exercise routine (which resulted in running only once this week). To top all of that, I fell back into all habits thanks to rationalization and ate a lot of junk I shouldn’t have.
Despite all of these obstacles, when I weighed myself, I only gain a half pound this week. Not bad at all considering all of the above. I also started a new job with a different schedule from my last temp job so once again I have to change my whole routine. Not hard by any means but as all habits go, change is sometimes hard to do. You really have to push yourself mentally. I intend to do that this following week.
My plateau definitely seems to be around 223-225 pounds (right now I weight 224.5 lbs). This just means I really have to take this a little more serious than I have been, obstacles aside. Definitely doable but still easier said than done. Overall, I just got to keep a positive frame of mind and not let the setbacks get me down. Feeling energetic and in the best shape that I have felt in a long while definitely helps keep me going.
I’m not sure if it began this past Tuesday, when I couldn’t resist my craving for chocolate and bought a chocolate chip cake from Entenmann’s or on Wednesday, when in a starved state I completely engorged on pizza. At some point this past week, I decided to throw all caution to the wind and revert to my old gluttonous eating ways. Initially, I felt bad for my fall from grace and chided myself mentally but at some point I just didn’t care and was ready to pay the piper.
So this morning I weighed myself and found myself an underserved pound lighter (I’m not 226 lbs). I don’t know what’s worse: being mad at myself for my lack of self-control or guilty for not gaining weight because of my actions. Either way, I hope it’s the wake up call that I needed to get myself back into the spirit of a better lifestyle.
This past weekend was the end of my temp job at the Highline. I didn’t do as much walking around as the week before and, for the most part, just stood around for 6 hours a day. Getting home tired every night, with my legs and back all sore, I thought it was more than enough exercise. Also, figuring that it was more than sufficient activity I was more lenient with my eating habits this time around. I should have read last week’s entry post to realize that obviously this assessment was wrong.
So I weighed myself today and just lost another 1/2 lb. I’m down to 227 lbs. Losing 15 lbs in 12 weeks isn’t bad at all. Especially, as I’ve said multiple times in the past, since my quota is to lose a pound a week, if you average it all out, I’m still ahead of the bar I set. However, I know in my heart that I have been slacking and need to take this more seriously. Without a current temp job to get in the way, I aim to exercise more regularly this week. Whether, it’s simply walking a lot more or some calisthenics, I need to be more active and continue working on some good habits. That is the aim for this week.