Diet? Derailed. Lifestyle -- still on track...ish.
In the world in which I am currently living, sleep has been my biggest concern. Sleep is important for weight loss, among SEVERAL other things. Also, my stress level is high and I can't seem to shut my brain off long enough to get a good stretch of restless sleep. I have gotten reeeeeally good at falling asleep while sitting up. At 8:00pm. On Friday nights. I love Summer Camp, and I am in love with what I do, but I am wiped out!!
What I am trying to say is...I've lost a little bit of my punch. My zing. My go get 'em attitude toward these last stinkin' pounds. I have not and I will not admit failure because I am so close!! This last pound better surrender, but I know it won't go down with out a fight.
In good news, according to my last weight in I am 1.2 lbs away from goal. I went to the doctor last week, and for the first time ever, I was excited to get on the scale. The fat girl inside me shuddered, but I got on that device and smiled like a crazed teenage beauty queen with petroleum jelly on her teeth. According to that fancy schmancy doctor scale, I was only .2 lbs from goal. After sharing this news on facebook, and old friend of mine said, "Accounting for the weight of your clothes, you have hit your goal." I hadn't thought of it like that -- and I won't.
My scale will read the results to me. It has become something like an old friend -- reliable, inspiring, truthful, and capable of putting up with me. Each morning, when I pull it out from under my bed and place it lovingly on the white tile floor of the bathroom, something sort of zen-like happens: One deep breath. One foot. Two feet. Steady -- look down. Another deep breath. Think about results.
I've continued this same Thursday morning ritual, but I've got to be honest -- I have not been counting points or tracking activity. For the past three weeks, I've spent each weekday outside from 8:00 am to 2:30 pm, in Texas heat, walking the grounds of the Country Club with a backpack on. I swear I must sweat a gallon or two each day. The kids are served the most ridiculously kid-friendly foods from a buffet, which is where my food comes from as well. I love chicken tenders, hot dogs, mac and cheese...but those things do not love me!
I don't overindulge, and maybe that, paired with the insane amount of walking/sweating I do each day, is the reason I have managed to hover right around the same number. Not really gaining much, not really losing much, but hovering menacingly around that dream number. Scratch that -- reality number. I've maybe lost some of my excitement with the introduction of missing sleep and increased stress, but I will hit that stinkin' goal!
I've got my handy dandy vitals print out from the doctor hanging like a report card on the refrigerator. With only 1.2 lbs to go, I've got to earn that A+ I set out to achieve.
