Week 7

Let’s be real. 

I cheated big time on my diet this week.  Big time.  If it was in sight, I ate it.  If it wasn’t in sight, I whipped up a batch.  I ate so much I went to bed numerous nights with a stomach ache.  It leaned very heavily toward ridiculousness.  Fine, it was outright ridiculousness.

I’ve been in a bit of a funk this week.  I’m a little homesick, a little tired of my daily routine, a little hormonal, the usual cycle of discontent that swings around every so often.  I let my emotions dictate my diet.  I let my diet dictate my emotions.  I let Michael have it for putting mismatching pajamas on Eva.  I wasn’t Zen. 

I watched a documentary called Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead recently.  It’s about a guy who goes on a juice diet for 60 days, then transitions to a healthy lifestyle.  His motto is moderation, not perfection.  I like that.  I’ve decided to adopt that motto.  I think it’s appropriate for every aspect of my life, especially housework and showering.  The point is that I was terrible this week but that doesn’t mean I’m hopeless.  I just need to find balance and moderation.  This week I went well beyond being reasonable and landed in overindulgence territory, but I can still navigate back.  That’s my goal for this week: moderation, not perfection; balance, not frazzle.

I know I just changed your opinion of me by revealing that I’m riddled with shortcomings, but it’s time you know the truth.  You were going to find out eventually.  The only thing that saved me this week was exercise.  Thank goodness for exercise.

Here’s the damage:

• Week 7: –0.4 lbs (imagine if I had been good…)
• Week 6: –0.6 lbs
• Week 5: –1.2 lbs
• Week 4: –3.6 lbs
• Week 3: +0.8 lbs
• Week 2: –1.8 lbs
• Week 1: –2.2 lbs

Total weight loss: 9.0 lbs

Those are 9 very hard-earned pounds.