Writing an accountability post on Friday is terrible. I don't always have time, plus it seems ridiculous that I'm the same weight. Last week I did really, really well and my weight still ended up being 156. I was so excited on Wednesday when I saw 155 but by Friday it had gone up again. So what is the point of these posts?
I thought that writing about it weekly would make me better. And I have been better, but I don't think it's because I'm writing about it. I am back to weighing in every day and writing it down. I did that 7 years ago when I got down to my goal weight, and it kept me on track. I only quit because even though I was at a good weight, I still obsessed about it so I quit.
I suppose that I could say that it is succeeding because I've lost 1lb since the beginning of March, really since my last weigh-in in March was 157.4, that means that I've lost less than a pound since the end of March.
I am still eating and drinking too much on the weekends. I cut way back on my alcohol, even on the weekend, but don't do very good with food on weekends. I really think that is my problem, the weekend. I do very good throughout the week (she says as she eats a handful of jelly beans . . . seriously, jelly beans are delicious!).
I get really frustrated. I am obviously doing something wrong. When I lost weight previously I was 36-39. I really do feel like it is an age thing. It is true that as you age, it gets harder and harder. It makes me wish I had been this dedicated in my 20s and early 30s. I was never big, but I was 180 and at 5'4" that is too big for me. This week (two days so far) I have not been as good as I have been for the last 2 weeks, probably because I'm frustrated with my lack of loss. I need to quit being frustrated and realize that it's my fault. I'm obviously not doing as great as I think I am.
I do feel guilty for complaining about my weight, my current weight is some people's goal weight, and that is okay. I want them to succeed, but I have to tell myself this is my story and I am the one writing it.

















