At My Own Pace

One thing I am beginning to realize is that this whole weight loss thing is my journey and I will and am going to lose weight at my own pace...

There are certain people (or person(s)) however who always seem to have an opinion about what I eat, how much I eat, how many calories I take in, how many calories I put out, about what they think I'm doing wrong or what they think I'm doing right, about the exercise I do, about the exercise I don't do and more.
Mind you, these same people (or person(s)) who have all the answers don't have their own health under control.

Anyway, I say all this to say that what people have to say is not really that important when it comes to me and my health. This is my body, my journey, and I will lose weight at my own pace.


Eating to Live
Sandy

To Finish off my Fatness

I started out determined. I knew I was going away to Nawlins for work for four days, then to Florida for a week to see my Grandmother and Mom and I worked out with a vengeance before I left so that if I decided to have beignets in N.O. I could do that and not feel bad. I had a plan to work out daily at the hotel and when I got to Florida to go to Golds Gym and to the Beach daily to keep the momentum going. Well, it didn't quite happen that way. I was off to a good start, even went to the $10 hotel gym twice but something happened. I started eating and I couldn't stop. Everyday I would wake up and tell myself that today was a new day only to discover myself (for the thousandth time) falling off the wagon.

How could this be? I just finished a month of eating well (about 1200-1500) and working out, and had lost 6 pounds. I felt good, looked good and knew that this was it, and now look at me... Back to square one... I don't even wanna get on the scale as I am very disappointed in myself. I mean, the good thing about it all is that I still have a fight in me and plan to get back on track this week but to to finish off my fatness (in other words, add insult to injury) I decided to stop at McDonald's and have an apple pie with vanilla ice cream. How incredibly sad that I had to give myself a good bye gift of sort. It didn't even make me feel better but I did it anyway.

What am I gonna do with myself....?