An entirely expected gain of 1.2kg (2.6lb) this week, and I'm bloody thankful it wasn't more. This isn't PMS or water retention from eating salty food or anything like that. It's plain old lack of exercise and poor eating.
I'm stepping up to the plate, admitting that I lost the plot and just taking it a day at a time, trying to get back on track.
And mixing metaphors like a lunatic.
I had gotten into a headspace where I believed that just thinking positively was enough. That surely this packet of Mint Slices wouldn't hurt and that, sure, I'd had pizza twice this week, but I could get away with more take away and I'll do some exercise tomorrow. Or maybe next week.
Depression does disasterous things to your motivation and this week I'm back to basics. My goals are very simple. Every day I try to do some exercise, track my food and drink water. If I do that, it's a success. If I stay within my points, it's a bonus. If I get all my exercise done (half an hour of cardio and half an hour of strength or flexibility exercises), then it's miraculous.
Forget the weight loss, I just need to get back into my good habits again.
Keeping it really simple and just focusing in on those steps seems to be do-able. I can't consciously 'lose weight', but I can do these simple things to help achieve that.
It's something that I'm implementing throughout my life right now. I'm making lists and working from them, trying to turn the overwhelming into managable bits that don't leave me wanting to hide under the doona for the day. It's working so far and the satisfaction of marking things as done is immensely satisfying.
The fact that I'm exercising again is a huge bonus too. It might have been 33C (91F) out today, but I was legging it around Albert Park lake at lunchtime anyway and it felt good. The sun on my skin, the ache of my muscles, the rhythm of my movements and those lovely little endorphins that make everything better.
So today was a good day. Tuesday was a good day. Even Monday was a good day, weigh in and all. Three good days in a row. Not a bad start, really.
3 days is a brilliant start, plus sounds like you have a good attitude for you. if i was an american i'd say, "we're rooting for you, tree!". but being aussies and you being called tree, that just sounds so wrong. so we are cheering you on :)
xxox
Big supportive hugs as you wade through the black cloud of depression. Oh, and here's a big gold medal for being so fucking brave and determined, you awe me, you really do.
I totally empathise with where you are, having been there myself not so long ago. Getting back to basics is a great idea and will help with getting back into your good habits. Just take it one day at a time, be nice to yourself, and you'll get there.
Now, 3 good days is bloody brilliant! Go you! And ya gotta love those endorphins :D
Back to basics sounds like a good start and why is it that when you start exercising and those endorphins kick in, you don't want to be doing anything else! But the next time, you don't remember how good that felt and try to talk yourself out of it? strange.
One foot in front of the other, that's how babies learn to walk. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other.
We're on the sidelines cheering you on.
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