No, my chick on the side does not have one on the way. Nor do I have a chick on the side for that matter.
Have you noticed the lack of weight-loss talk around here? The reason for that is that I decided to take the month of August "off". I did the same thing last year. I have no reason other than I just felt like I "needed" it. I've been eating like shit (I apologize if you're offended by that word, but it is the most accurate word for the situation) for the past 3 weeks and I'm almost over it. Almost.
I haven't discussed it here for a couple of reasons. Am I ashamed? Maybe a little. Mostly it's because I didn't want to be a terrible example. I didn't want to be that girl who lost a lot of weight and eats a bunch of junk now that she's "comfortable".
Over the last three weeks, I've been eating like a growing pre-teen boy. Pop-Tarts, Doritos, popcorn, cookies, cereal, ice cream, frozen pizza. I just need some bagel bites and pizza rolls to complete my transition into puberty.
|Dinner the other night :/|
So here's my current plan. It's not the best or the "right" plan, but it's mine. I'm finishing whatever crap is in the house right now and no more will be purchased (sorry, I'm eating those Doritos!) I'm officially back on track come September 1st. Y'all know I have to start at the beginning of the month. The good news is that there are no more cookies or my ice cream (B still has some) in the house. The bad news is that's only because I finished them off yesterday. I posted this on Instagram yesterday and my food soul mate, Meredith, totally picked up on it. I had those last cookies with my coffee yesterday evening.
I don't know how much weight I've gained since I'm on a scale hiatus, but I know I'm feeling fluffy these days. I'm officially extending "No Scale August" into "No Scale September" and I honestly don't know if I'll even bring it back out for October. I was addicted to my scale before August. I jokingly called myself a "compulsive weigher", but it's no joke. I didn't think about it, I just stepped on...3+ times every single day. I'm scared that if I bring my scale back that I'll be hooked again. I know it can't sit on my bathroom floor anymore. I may be able to put it on a shelf in the closet and only pull it down on whatever I decide to be weigh-in day, but I honestly don't know.
I feel a bit like I've cheated on y'all, but I have to remind myself that this is my journey and it is what it is. I've lost some weight, I did it the "right" way. I have not, however, overcome my negative relationship with food. You often hear "it's not a diet, it's a lifestyle"...for me, eating well will probably never be second nature. This will probably be something I always struggle with. I will always have to make an effort to choose the right foods, I will always have to fight the urge to eat out of boredom, I will probably always be an emotional eater. What's important is that, in the end, I choose health and I will keep my weight under control and stay active. I'll never be "skinny", I'll probably never be "fit", I just want to be comfortable and healthy.
So here's my motivation for what I'm declaring "Get Your Shit Together September"
The bottom pair are my largest size, a 24, and the top pair are my current size, an 8. I'm not going back! I won't. I can't.
It's been nearly 3 weeks of eating like crap and little to no exercise. I'm over it. I hope to be able to Instagram a gratuitous gym shot later this evening. Those jeans in the picture above are my Fall jeans and I'd really like to be able to wear them comfortably, i.e. muffin-top-free, when Fall rolls around. So it's time to get it together before it gets out of control.
Wish me luck!
Who's joining me for "No-Scale September" and/or "Get Your Shit Together September"?