I think I've allowed myself to be too affected by the goals that I set and then didn't reach. Back in February, I had estimated that I could feasibly lose 3.5 pounds per week, which would have had me hitting my 40-pounds-lost goal by the first week in June. I WANTED to hit that mark so bad I could taste it! (Mmmmmm, I bet it tasted good...)
So I did great, lost 19.0 pounds in about 11 weeks...then started waffling. (Mmmmmmmmn waffles...)
I started slacking with keeping track of calories, and I started eating the foods that I had made completely off-limits during the previous many weeks of dieting/denial. I know I'm lucky I didn't gain back the entire 19 pounds in the past month, seriously!
|I haven't exercised AT ALL in a MONTH!!!|
I feel really good setting this new goal. Yeah, all it really means on paper is that I've already blown half of my summer-swimsuit time. But if I don't re-set my goals NOW...I'm afraid the guilt and depression I'll feel over coming so close to success and then screwing it up will make me a completely miserable wretch to be around after summer evaporates.
I HAVE to do this.