YESS.
I've got to say. I'm not a patient person. That's why I've never really dieted. That's why I don't go to the gym for more than like, two weeks in a row. I don't like to invest time into something that doesn't IMMEDIATELY show results.
I KNOW that when you're losing weight, you stop losing for a while. I was not prepared for four weeks of nothing. But I made myself not get pissy. I didn't get pissy about it once! Not at all! Scale did not move more than a half a pound for a solid month. No, that's a lie, it went up a pound.
It would have been so "me" to be like "Fuck this, I'm going to go eat a pizza." But for some reason I was like "nah, let's try this patience thing."
I believe I am finished with the month of BULLSHIT and I'm quite pleased that I am losing weight again!
I had a goal of losing 30 pouds total by the time I went home to Minnesota. I was struggling to not be disappointed that wouldn't be happening. It seemed so realistic since I lost 20 in two months, why not 30 in three? But no. Now yes!
The thing I'm most pleased about is not that I am finally losing weight again, but was that I remained reasonable about it for four weeks. I accepted the fact that it's SUPPOSED to stop for a while. That's how it goes. Whee!!
Now, the huuuuuge challenge will be to survive five days of being around my mother. Plateaus were historically the #2 thing that killed my "dieting." My mother holds the #1 spot. There's just something about her saying "ooh I cannot wait until you're a size six and I can buy you a whole new wardrdobe!" One would think that would motivate me, but it just doesn't. Usually it's because she's saying that while she's shoving free naughty food down my throat. Banana chocoloate chip muffins. Cookies. Home-cooked goodness. The queen of contradictions, that one.
I've told her this time, though, no. No baking. She understands. And I'm going to put up a mommy shield the whole time I'm home. LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU! Heh. It will work! If I can survive a four week long dry spell and not cheat or anything at all, then I can handle five days of my mother. Right? Right.
Tylendel left a comment a previous entry. I had to delete the entry because I had meant to make it private, but I do want to reply to the comment. I will do so in the next day or so!
Off I go to work.