So we are about halfway through this challenge and it has been exactly that: A Challenge. I have 3.3 more pounds to go and I think if I can get through this week, I might be able to do it.
My emotions have been riding a roller coaster over the past two weeks and that is certainly not helping. Some days I am super gung-ho about exercise and other days I am completely exhausted and don't want to do anything. Some days I am super healthy about eating and other days I do what's "easy" if I am too busy... which translates into a bowl of pasta or something super carby. I avoid wine Monday through Thursday, but come the weekend, all bets are off. Somedays I am excellent about keeping my sugar intake low and other days all I crave are sweets.
I suppose that will all even out over time, but who doesn't want changes NOW? I do. You probably do too.
Patience is not - and has never been - my "thing." I once asked my husband (we were talking about stereotypes) that if he just met me, what he would think I did for a living. He said he'd probably think I was a teacher - either very young kids or high school kids, but not in between. Ha! After my initial state of shock wore off, I laughed and laughed and laughed. That's a job you need patience in order to be successful. To his point, patience is something that can be learned. Perhaps he sees something in me that I don't. Perhaps not all hope is not lost and I will learn a little from this challenge, win or lose. I'm trying to stay positive and take one day at a time.
(Except yesterday. Yesterday was horrible and I'd like to pretend that day didn't happen.) :)