I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty freaking glad that Thanksgiving is over on the weight-loss side of things.
Don’t get me wrong, the 4 day weekend was awesome. Hanging out with my family, playing ULTIMATE Yahtzee, coloring, cooking, watching movies. All of that was absolutely perfect.
What wasn’t perfect, was the 10 pounds I’m almost positive I gained this last 2 weeks. Because, being frank, I ATE everything. And I most definitely did NOT exercise like I told myself I would.
Beginning of Novemeber was all about this carefully constructed plan to be more mindful of what I’m eating, not eat too much, make healthy choices… because this time of year is always the time of year that I tend to gain weight.
Because, Thanksgiving. And pies. And mashed potatoes. And all the other yummy hearty food that comes with the holidays (like chili!!!)
Let me tell you, that ship has sailed.
I haven’t stepped on the scale since November 1st, because some little part of me is all like “eh, it’s winter. I need my winter fat!”
Anyone else like excuses? I sure do.
But silver lining, I’ve at least learned something. Usually when I start going nuts this time I year I just say “screw it” or “it’ll all fall back off in the spring.” Which is generally why I don’t seem to lose any weight. I’ll lose a good 10 pounds, gain back 20 over the winter, then bust my butt over the spring to lose that same 20 pounds again.
But I’m trying to break out of those habits. Time to stop the trend, and break the habit. I’m not too sure what happened last fall, but I certainly didn’t do any massive gaining that time around, in fact, I lost weight. Which is cool… apparently when I have losing weight on my mind, I self sabotage? Who knows.
I just know, I’m frustrated and irritated at myself. This shouldn’t be so hard. But, guess what??? It is, right now. And I’m pissy about it.
Tis the season to be pissy about all that extra fluff! (And I don’t mean the snow).