“If I knew then, what I know now.” How many times have you heard this. Hell, how many times have you maybe said this yourself?
The other day I actually told my husband that all the obstacles I faced in my twenties helped shape me in a really good way in my thirties, and that I actually wouldn’t want to change a thing like I thought I wanted to, for way too many years. I felt really good about coming to peace with a lot of things.
…except, except, except when it comes to my weight. The scale man. I swear it. I’ve been working from home the last ten or so weeks. That’s uncommon for my role, but we’re in a busy season and a lot of conference calls, and less assignments that bring me out of the house. The first few weeks it was awesome! But then my yoga pants, the “official” sponsor of my work from home experience, began getting tight, and I knew sitting on my booty, was not helping anyone here.
So I did what I normally do when I need to feel less puffy; I ate super clean and went for a few long walks. In the past, I’d feel like myself in just two or three days. My clothes would fit better, and the scale would go down 5-6 pounds.
But apparently now that I AM THIRTY-TWO, the SCALE ISN’T MOVING. I’m pretty sure it’s my age and lack of activity. But my quick little fix isn’t working this time.
Then of course I’m mad at myself for a gazillion reasons. Feeling uncomfortable in your own skin for anyone is an awful experience. Feeling uncomfortable, when you’re normally a sociable person who has been working from home gets you way down.
I thought about doing another Whole 30, or Phase 1 of the Atkins Diet to kick start things again.
But the unfortunate truth, kids: I need to move more. I eat well 90% of the time, and I know how to do that! It’s the working out I have such a hard time with.
I’m starting over and counting calories; more specifically my macros. I feel better, and my clothes are fitting better, but the scale went…UP. I know sometimes the scale lies, but again the fact remains, I’ve mastered eating clean, whole foods most of the time. It’s the working out I have to figure out. If I don’t, that ass is only going to grow (I’m half kidding to get my point across, but also…not).
I last counted calories about four years ago. And at that time, I also didn’t know how to eat good foods to fuel myself, so eating 100 calorie packs of crap didn’t fill me up and had me dreaming about food all the time. But after a few Whole 30 rounds, and/or clean eating, I decided I didn’t need to count calories anymore.
But I’m going back to the beginning, kids. If I knew then what I know now, right?
I start and stop running all the time. I’ve done the Jillian Michaels shred DVD, and a squats challenge this month. I’m not an extreme exercise kind of person, and I hate feeling uncomfortable while working out (probably why I dislike it SO much!)…so tell me, what kinds of exercise do you enjoy?
Thanks for listening, and seriously send your success stories my way! xo