Time flies, and man does it. I apologize for my absence over the last 2 weeks. I realized about that time that Holy Shit, we are moving in a matter of weeks, not months. So, that of course got the whole pre-move hullabaloo rolling to its inevitable conclusion. We are now looking at a short and hairy 2.5 weeks before the packers descend and all of our worldly goods get loaded up into a big ass truck to be taken to the other side of the country. I signed up for this life, vicariously now, but nonetheless, while I dread moving, I also kinda like it because it gives me a chance to get rid of the crap you accumulate over the years.
I have, so far, taken 2 car loads of stuff to Goodwill, some of it my “fat” clothes. Can you believe I was able to cull out 20 freakin t-shirts from my current wardrobe? 20! And I probably still have another 20 left to wear. Sad, and yet oddly amusing. I got rid of all my jeans that I can pull down without unbuttoning, and other shirts that are too big for me. I even delved into the boxes of my smaller clothes to see if anything fit. Nothing did, but it’s oh so close. I did find a pair of jeans in one size smaller that make my butt look awesome, though. And it was good to see how many clothes I’m just that much closer to wearing again. I know I won’t have to drop a bundle on a new wardrobe when I lose a little more weight.
Officially, I’m right at my dreaded 15lb mark. That particular point I have not been able to get past for whatever reason. I have been trying to remember what I’ve done that keeps me there before I start gaining back. I can’t think of it, but I highly suspect that it’s something to do with a combination of things. One being I lost weight and “cheated” my way through it, so I don’t need to be so strict with my food. Two being I get busy and forget what I’m all about. And I’m guessing that not setting specific goals about what I want and how I plan on getting it have something to do with it as well. Of course, these are just a few things that I’ve considered. I’m sure there are tons of other reasons, which at the time, seem perfectly reasonable and true, but when I think back on just the few that I already mentioned, I am filled with a sort of mild disgust with myself.
It’s just so easy to rationalize bad behavior away. I’m trying not to do that. Doesn’t help when I don’t make time to exercise, yet, don’t feel overly guilty about running down to KFC because I don’t feel like cooking dinner. Doesn’t help that I had a flare up of plantar fasciitis last week that pretty much killed any urge to exercise. That pissed me off-how can I do my squats or go for our walks when I can barely hobble around in the kitchen to cook? And then, the hubs was no help-I got the impression he thought I was making excuses for skipping our walk and not working out. Well, fuck him. It hurt like hell, but I can only blame myself as I wore flip flops for most of the weekend instead of regular shoes.
Heel’s all better now. Nothing that wearing proper shoes didn’t fix over about 5 days, and I was able to go run at the end of the week, so that made me feel good too. Now, I am trying to put together my plan to keep exercising while we are on the road visiting family and heading to our future place of residence. I’m worried about the effects of being on the road all day will have on my diet, not to mention I’m apprehensive about visiting my family and the food choices that will be there. I hope by planning ahead with my exercise and keeping the majority of my meals light, I can avoid at least gaining weight on the trip.
Secretly, I want to lose enough weight so I can fit into my smaller clothes as soon as I get there. I can’t tell if I think actually making such a goal would be incredibly unrealistic or if it’s merely difficult, but possible. Either way, the clock is counting down, and I’m feeling the crushing press of time as ours draws to a close in this place. We’ll be on the road for about 2 weeks before we reach our final destination, and I can only hope that I’ve prepared myself enough mentally and planned enough physically so I don’t arrive back at my starting point.