Last January, I started dieting and exercising and I was doing really good. I got in excellent shape and dropped twenty-three pounds in three months. I was on fire! Or so I thought . . .
I plateaued shortly there after. I stayed the exact same weight, neither losing nor gaining for three and a half months!
I became discouraged. First I started slacking off on the exercise and eventually gave up on it completely. I started taking more and more cheat days until I just stopped counting calories completely.
Slowly, I started putting weight back on.
Sunday morning, I stepped on the scales and saw that I’d put ten pounds back on! I’m sure you can imagine how I felt.
So, yesterday morning, I began counting calories again and last night night, for the first time in months, I made myself workout. And I worked out again tonight.
For a little while, I know that I’m going to have to force myself to exercise; until I can get back into the habit and feel like I have to workout, if that makes sense.
And so, the struggle begins.
I was always a slim person, never weighing over one hundred thirty pounds, until I hit my late forties. Then I stopped smoking and poof, hello forty pounds! Then came my knee replacement and hello twenty more pounds. At 58, getting weight off and keeping it off is a real struggle for me.
Hopefully, I can stick with it and be able to take off 23 pounds, again, before I hit that wall.
We’ll see . . .