I logged in today for the first time since before Thanksgiving. I had written a post about how to get through the holidays and received advice from several people. I ignored you all. I attended 4 Thanksgivings and somehow (this is so atypical from years past) they all had apple pie - my favorite. Thus, I consumed half a pie that week, along with a myriad of other unhealthy options.
Then, I got back home after traveling, and was so disheartened with myself, and in conjunction with having a difficult week (both academically - I am in a PhD program and personally), I just pushed this entire thing out of my mind. I knew that making healthy eating choices and exercising would make me feel better. I didn't want to. I knew I had friends, both in real life, and likely on here, who would have given me much needed encouragement to push through, and I chose to alienate myself. I knew what I needed to do, but I intentionally didn't do it. Instead I made myself a cake. A marbled cake with chocolate frosting. I ate every last bite of it. I even literally licked frosting off of the pan after eating the last slice. I hate myself for it.
I have had a friend reach out to me a couple of days ago and I admitted how much I had been struggling. It is through her encouragement (and in particular, through receiving a hug at a time when I thought of myself as beyond despicable and certainly beyong huggable) that I was able to get up this morning and jump rope just for 20 minutes (I have a 10 page final exam due in 7.5 that I haven't started reading for yet) - so that in combination with writing this - is more time that I truly can afford to lose this morning. I also made myself submit an official weigh-in this morning, because I knew I would be unhappy with it, and I wanted to make myself see my failure in a way that would hold me accountable. I am actually down 8/10 of a pound from my first official weigh in, which means that I have actually lost about 4lbs since the Thanksgiving/cake eating fiasco.
I have around 7 pounds left to lose before round 1 is complete in 9 days. It's neither feasible nor healthy for me to achieve that accomplishment. I don't fail. I am 23 and I have 2 Master's (soon to be 3). I do not fail, as a rule. And now I have. I know intuitively that hating myself for having wasted more than two weeks during this round and beating myself for the decisions I've made won't be productive. But that's where I am right now. I want to quit, then I won't fail. At least not publicly. So, through writing this post, I am able to share the fears that I have and hopefully do so in a way that will help me stay on the track I want to for the future. I know this is a marathon and not a sprint, while I may not meet round 1's goals, there is no reason I can't get on track for the remainder of this transformation period. I know this logically, but I am still so angry and so disappointed in myself that I allowed this to happen.