One of the most challenging activities in my life now has been working out and losing weight. It’s funny how my thoughts about this have changed over the years. I look back at pictures and my weight has fluctuated all my life. I feel like this is my last chance before children come in the picture. Like if I don’t lose weight now, I will never get to that size once a child shows up and my focus turns to butts and bottles.
Strangely, I seem to be sabotoging this effort at every turn. I don’t work out like I should, I don’t cook as much as I should and I eat chocolate every night before I go to bed. I work out with a trainer twice a week and I can tell that even she is getting fed up with me. So what’s the deal.
Perhaps I’m scared. This weight loss is taking a LONG time. Around one pound a week. This is normal, but if you need to lose 40 lbs, well, that’s almost a whole year of trying. And then I need to maintain. The journey is scary but I need to decide soon how serious I am before I alienate everyone that is trying to help me.