I Fell Off the Wagon

I’ve been naughty.  And I want to come clean.  I gained a little weight back (8 pounds).  I know how I did it.  It’s not rocket science.

Here’s what it’s going to sound like:  a bunch of excuses.  And they are.  One excuse after another.  One reason is because I have a disability called Laziness, but I am also an excuse maker. I’ve been like this my whole life.  No surprise there.

For those of you who were around for my life changing journey, you know the deal.  For those of you who weren’t around, you can read about that here (I actually lost another 10 pounds after I posted this).

Here’s what I think happened:

  1. I had knee surgery on November 1.  On October 31, I went on a 6.4 mile run with a friend.  That was the last time my body saw real exercise.  7 minutes on the recumbent bike at PT does not count.  My knee is not healing the way I had hoped it would.  It hurts.  I can’t run.  I’m not even sure I can go for a power walk around my neighborhood.  But I have a perfectly good elliptical DH bought me for Christmas a few years ago.  It’s turned into the stereo-typical clothes hanger.

    Ok, so our Martian Man took it over. It's time to kick him off.

    Ok, so our Martian Man took it over. It’s time to kick him off.

  2. I quit My Retail Job.  I used to burn up to 1,000 calories in an 8 hour shift.  I know this because of FitBit (long story).  Because it was a physically demanding job.
  3. I quit My Retail Job.  I know I just said that.  But I would pack only healthy lunches/dinners and snacks for myself.  Now I sit around and blog and eat bagels.
  4. I went away on an all-girl’s 2 day scrapbook retreat.  Which included margaritas, a free breakfast buffet, potato chips and margaritas.  Believe it or not, I came back from that weekend with a good 4 pounds on me.  That’s crazy, right?

I threw away all my bigger clothes.  I still fit in my new, smaller clothes.  No problem.  I didn’t gain that much weight.  But guess what?  If I continue on this path, I will gain it all back by the time summer comes.  Who am I kidding?  I will gain it all back in 2 months.  Because being a middle aged woman sucks.

It literally took me 6 months and a lot of sweat equity to lose that weight.  And it has taken me less than one month to gain almost a third of it back.  I did not like the way I felt with those extra 30 pounds on me.  I promised myself I’d never go back there.  Ever.

The reason why I am telling you this is because you people keep me on the straight and narrow.  You make me accountable.  Whether you know it or not.  I fell off the wagon, but I’m getting back on.  I’m hitching those horses up and going for a ride.  Ok, I’m not really getting on a horse because they scare me but you will see me on my elliptical 5 days a week.  At least.  Geez, I hope I don’t burn out the motor.

Mo
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5 thoughts on “I Fell Off the Wagon

  1. Joelle

    Isn’t it about the MOST annoying thing how we have to scratch and claw our way to even the tiniest bit of weight loss, and then — hey! I only ate a cracker! — it goes right back on?! I’m with ya, it’s such a struggle. This winter has zapped all trace of motivation from me. If it weren’t for the half marathon I’m doing at the end of the month I’d still be in my PJs today.

    Take it one day (one moment! one meal!) at a time. I did what you did — when I lost a lot of weight I got rid of my clothes that were too big. Figured it was too much of a safety net, and it has really worked. There’s no worse feeling than feeling like a sausage in your clothes to make you rein it in a bit.

    Um… all that said, I bought a pint of Ben & Jerry’s at ShopRite in the past hour. Whaddaya gonna do…

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    1. momfeld Post author

      Hey if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em is what I always say! And yes, I’m going with old man winter being the culprit. It’s all his fault!

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    2. momfeld Post author

      Joelle, that freaking cracker cost me a damn pound! I’m so over it, I’m telling you. My laundry largely consists of DH’s clothes because I have been living in my PJ’s and it shows…on my ass. Go get ’em at the half marathon! You go girl! Oh, and enjoy those boys. They sure are delish.!

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