Culmination of Week Three.

2.1 pounds lighter.

I guess I don't have anything to say about that.

I'm happy I lost, so there that is.
And I'm happy I didn't gain.

And the cynic inside me is still whispering that I am pretty much where I was at two weeks ago, so... whatevs.

I've been feeling pretty uninspired recently.
I haven't been active enough, and today, I even had a handful of honey-roasted cashews- which while delicious, can single handedly kick the shit out of me (caloric-ly speaking).

So, I have created a system for SUSTAINABLE INSPIRATION.

I think that is so important. I mean, inspiration is great. But, SUSTAINABLE INSPIRATION is key, since I am in this for the long run.


So here is my SUSTAINABLE INSPIRATION. (And sort of a cool tip for all of you who enjoy traveling as much as I do).

www.helpx.net

It's amazing, and if you do in fact enjoy traveling, you will go bananas for this site. In fact, maybe I just changed your life. (Okay, maybe that is the King of all Overstatements, but you get my drift).


I also haven't been posting as much as I would like to, however, as I touched on in my very first post, I am working on a photo series meant to shed some light on shedding these pounds- and you would not believe how hard it is to take a nude self portrait.
Eeek.

And because of my digital arts background, you have NO IDEA the restraint I am practicing by not photo-shopping my body into a size 4. NO IDEA!

Culmination of Week Two.

1.5 pounds heavier.


Fuuuuuuck!

I am sorry. I really am.
There's never need for profanity...

EXCEPT THERE IS.
There totally is. Because did you read? I am 1.5 pounds heavier.

Uggh.

I think the worst part is, is that I am not sure what I am doing wrong.
I work out regularly (except for Friday, when there was one impossible couch involved).
I am eating around 1200-1400 calories a day, all of which is low-glycemic and whole grain.
And I drink an incredible amount of water.


Okay, okay.
So here I am.
I am discouraged, I'm not gonna lie.
I can't help but think that all of this is not worth it.

Okay.
But here I am, not giving up.
Because there is a part of me, just a small part, a quiet and meek voice that gets entirely drowned out by the part of me that's screaming profanities- whispering to me in its small way,
It's Okay. Keep Going. This is not the end. This is Just One Week.
Work Harder and Don't Give Up.

And if I'm honest with myself, which I am so trying to be, there are things I can do differently.


Soooo... this week I will focus on those things.
I will add 10 minutes to my gym time.
And I won't beat myself up over 1.5 pounds.

Some things I can let rule my life; my family, my love, my passion.

And some things I won't let have so much weight (so to speak).

Here's to a better week!

Culmination of Week One.

4 pounds lighter.

Woooo!

That was hard to write, because I am not really that jazzed about it.

And this is why.
The last time I was on a diet, was when I was 15.
Did you catch that? I'll say it again.
The last time I was on a diet, was when I was 15.
It's true. After that, I just sort of lived fatly, and didn't complain enough to do anything about it.

Anyways, being a 15 year old, my metabolism was at its peak, and I had no idea. I thought losing 9 lbs a week was the norm.

NOT the norm Tess! Not the norm!

But from a tiny place in my heart, probably the same place I squeeze out my daily dose of willpower- there is still an urge to celebrate.
So I'm embracing that urge...

Wooooo! (this time, that exclamation mark was a little more genuine.)