So, yeah. I have a lot of friends, most of whom would say that I am pretty damn hard on myself. In most cases, I would agree with them. In this case, however, I would not. As indicated in my weekly results, these past three weeks have been somewhat…lacking. Each week, I would step on the scale, see the result, move the scale a foot and try again. Unfortunately (ha!), my scale is really accurate and consistent. The first week, I thought, okay, it’s okay, it happens to the best of us. The second week, I was thinking, well at least it isn’t a gain. The third week, I comforted myself with the fact that, hey, everyone plateaus once in a while, it’s all part of the journey, right?
Wrong! I’m sure that for some people and maybe even me at some point, plateaus are a part of the journey. The truth is, that in this case, it’s not a plateau at all, but a result of slacking in both my workouts and eating habits. Dropping from 6 days a week at the gym to 5 and one week, there was only 4 days I went. Taking the weekend off completely for three weeks. One of those weekends I was out of town, but for the other two, there really was no excuse, not a REAL one anyone. One weekend I was under the weather a little, and the other I was just ‘busy’. Then when I would get to the gym, I would not stay as long as I usually did, and frankly, the weekends were my best days for going because I spend 2 hours there on that day. Not pushing myself as hard on the elliptical or treadmill (I STILL hate those things).
I wasn’t paying attention to what I was eating, not nearly policing myself the way I need to. My natural tendency is carb heavy comfort foods, which actually make me miserable. The problem is, my brain will say, “mmmmmmmmmm, more!” but my body is going, “Please, just stop. You’re killin’ me!” The truth is, I am.
I ask myself, why do I do this? People are starting to really compliment me on my appearance and size. Men are starting to notice curves that were once buried in fat. People at the gym come up and talk to me. Even my boss has said he really respects what I’m doing. I can walk two flights of steps and not be winded. I just bought the smallest pair of jeans I’ve bought in over 15 years. So, why? Why in the hell am I slacking now? Everytime I have done something like this, it’s at this point that I start thinking I can just cruise, and I can’t. I can’t and I’ve proven it time and time again with other weight loss programs. So, why does my brain tell me, it’s alright baby, just put it on cruise control for a while and drive by the Cracker Barrel, they have some biscuits calling our name?
What makes this whole thing even more confusing is the fact that I actually ENJOY going to the gym. I love it. I love the free weights, I love pushing myself. I love adding 5 more pounds. I love trash talking the machines (yes, I do that). I love the fact that I can actually feel my elbows. Holy shit! I have elbows?!
Yes, plateaus can and may be a part of this journey. In this case, that is not what is going on. I have been slacking and using the plateau excuse is just bullshit.