Last month, we moved into our new home. It’s the realization of something we had be hoping for years to happen. However, in the midst of all this, priorities got shifted. Scratch that…I shifted my priorities. So, here’s how that looks. My workouts happened less frequently — I had to pack after all, right? Then, it’s “hey, I’m tired. Let’s just pick up something for dinner…again.” Not to mention, “ooh, some ice cream would be good right now!”
Oh, it gets better. With the new home comes unpacking, arranging the home, putting shelves/furniture together. Also, we still own our previous house, too. So, we still have cleaning going on there and some repairs to do. So, to hell with working out, right? Also, we had to check out all the place to eat in our new neighborhood. There are a few good spots around, I’ve found.
As a result, I didn’t work out or even track my calories. Before I knew it, I had gained back 15 pounds.
Well, okay, it wasn’t really “before I knew it.”
I had a feeling that the weight was coming back. How could it not? I was eating pizza, burgers, fried chicken, ice cream, doughnuts, cupcakes, cookies and candy. On top of that, I was downing 20 oz sodas like it was nobody’s business. I would go days without drinking a straight-up glass of water so, I knew I was going to have problems. On top of that, some of my clothes were feeling a little snug.
It was time to face the music. I finally quit stepping past the scale and, this time, stopped and dealt with reality. I had worked too hard to put myself on a good path to undo everything. It was bad but, continuing the way I was would have been worse so, I took heart in that fact.
So, 15 pounds heavier, I got back on the wagon. Yeah, it creaked a little when I got back on but, the important thing was that I was back on it.
I would love to say how easy it’s been but, that would be a BIG lie. I told myself that I would be getting in a 4-5 mile run on the treadmill. I was winded after two. I did some bodyweight exercises and my shoulders and legs ached for two days after but, I am getting better.
Yeah, I could kick myself over my slip-up and drown my sorrows in butter pecan ice cream but, I’d be heavier, depressed and careening towards major health issues. So, now, I am opting for the tedious work of developing better habits again.
In the meantime, I’m glad that the scale is going a little less high each time I weigh myself.