This a monthly series on my desire to get back to my pre-wedding weight. You can read Part I here.
This is my first check-in after my claim that I would lose the twenty—yes, TWENTY—pounds I gained since getting married (okay it was actually 18 pounds, but 20 is such a nice round number).
What have I accomplished?
Most mornings, I wake up between 5 and 5:30 a.m. to hit the gym since I have to be at work by 7:30. I go to spin class at least twice, if not three, times a week. I run three miles at least twice a week. I pack my lunch. I count calories and write it all down in a red notebook. I measure my food with a measuring cup—a half cup is really NOT that much food. I take whey protein before and after my workouts. I don’t drink juice or soda (okay I had ONE Dr. Pepper this month!).
And how much weight did I lose?
Five pounds. Five measly pounds. And the first three occurred the first week, when I had already written this post.
BUT WAIT. How much weight did Eric lose?
Seven pounds. Seven freakin’ pounds! And how many times did he go to the gym this month?
TWICE. One, two. That’s it.
SO how did he lose 7 pounds? He got the flu.
Are you freakin kidding me? I go hungry most days and I barely lose 2 pounds in three weeks, and he gets the flu and sheds a freakin’ Olsen twin off his butt.
This is injustice, people. INJUSTICE.
I went shopping about two weeks ago.
At first glance, it’s like “Oh, I hide my fat really well. It doesn’t look like I’ve gained 20 pounds at all…”
Where did that pooch come from??
Next thing you know, US Weekly will be calling me asking me when the baby is due.
Where did I go wrong? Honestly, I ate out about once a week. But for the most part, I was counting around 1400 calories a day. Perhaps all those splurge meals are killing any progress I make. And I guess those girl scout cookies on Sunday didn’t help much at all…
But do you know how hard it is to eat healthy all the time? Sometimes I just want PIZZA. And a cupcake. And REAL butter. And when I have a good day—I have a GOOD day. But when I have a bad day…it’s a BAD day… sad face. Most week days are pretty good…weekends I’m just trying my hardest not to gain any weight.
Still, five pounds is pretty good. It’s definitely not the 10 I wanted to lose, but I guess 10 pounds in 4 weeks is not realistic—even though all those Google ads tell me it is! Losing weight is a marathon…not a sprint.
If there’s anything I learned though, is I never want to gain this much weight again. It’s so much easier to maintain your weight than to try and lose it. Ugh.
So my goal for February is to lose another 5 pounds—but I’m going to shoot for 7.
How are your own resolutions going? Anybody else trying to lose weight?