Good morning. No one was down here until like 7:30, so I slept on the couch for two hours.
Last night wasn’t so great again. Old habits die hard, I guess. I did track a lot more this week than I have in a long time. I’ll make today good and we’ll see what happens at weigh-in tomorrow.
I don’t want to stay at this weight. I want to get at least back down to where I was at Christmas. So my clothes fit again. I can’t afford to be buying more clothes in this size, only to drop down again.
It’s been fully three months I’ve been stuck in this rut. I was so successful before. Every week was a loss. I’ve got to get back to that somehow. If I could stop buying ice cream. But I can’t. Aislyn loves it.
Maybe if I got her ice cream bars? That I’m not interested in.
And then also the chocolate chip cookie brownie bars. I can easily down a whole box of those. A box is only 12 points, but obviously little things add up. They’re hard to find, so when I do, I stockpile them.
But I’ve heard if you try to deny yourself your favorite things, you end up wanting them more. Boy, does that ever make sense to me.
You can tell I have more time and energy on the weekends, huh. I could go on rambling like this for hours.
Basically, it all comes down to, I need a behavior plan. Of course, many years ago I wrote myself one and didn’t follow it.
I’ve been overweight now most of my adult life. It’s hard to believe, considering how tiny I used to be. Right now it’s hard for me to believe I’ll reach my goal. But I did it in 2018 and basically maintained for two years until my COVID depression. I can do it again, and hopefully this time there won’t be any pandemic to derail me.
Back in a little.