I'm waging a losing battle against cookies. And wine. And chips. And big lunches.
To my detriment, I tried to get into a pair of jeans I bought in Belgium early December, and found that I could not zip them up. It wasn't just that they wouldn't zip up. I had about an inch of space to cover between the button hole and the button itself. There was just no way out. I simply had to face it. I gained weight.
Not weight so much as fat, I think. My weight still seems ok, but with a lack of exercise over the holidays my muscles have probably shrunk and body fat took over.
I will be the first to admit that I've also been stuffing my face rather a lot. I've been unusually hungry for the past month or so. Even hubby had begun to comment on it. I simply allowed myself to eat. I just kept telling myself that I exercise a lot and that if I'm hungry, my body must need the food.
But in spite of it all, I still managed to get a really bad cold. And on top of it I can't fit in my pants. Pretty depressing. So today was the day that the "beach diet" started. For two reasons:
(i) we've planned a fabulous vacation in Cuba for next month; that means many people are likely to see me in a skimpy bikini
(ii) I just bought a pair of ski pants that are ever so slightly too tight on the waist
Both are supposed to be good incentives to get me to stick to some sort of diet. If I can shed the excess inch, I will treat myself to a new bikini (I'm in dire need of a new one). An added bonus will be that my ski pants won't be too tight any longer.
Crazy, I know. And as things stand tonight, it's 1-0 to the cookies. When I get hungry, I can't sleep. So I've given in on 2 small cookies at roughly 120 calories. And a cup of tea.
Tomorrow will be easier. As will the day after that. The first few days are always the hardest. But the good thing is that I did both Pilates AND the gym today. So I don't feel all that bad about myself.
I feel your pain. My losing battle took a little longer to become evident to me, but 200lbs slowly became 205, then 207, 209, 210, and before I knew it I was 216/217 - all over the course of roughly a year. I would go hard core at the gym and drop 5 lbs, but it would creep back. Getting older is beginning to suck as it relates to the physical body.
ReplyDeleteI'm back down to 203, but fluctuate between 203 & 206. I've just come to terms with the fact that I now need to exercise 5-6 days a week and watch what I eat. I have to try the hardest to not snack after 7pm. That's where I do some damage.
The Cuba trip is a great motivator! Wish my passport was allowed down there - it looks fabulous. Hang in there.