This was the month where the dietbet became real.
Month One was something of a cakewalk; stop eating like a damned pig and I was bound to lose some weight. Water weight loss didn't hurt the numbers either.
Month Two it became more of a challenge. The numbers started to slow down, even go up. I needed to ramp up my activity, and tweak my eating plan. Even then there was some last minute smoke and morrors. Lots of activity, a bit of fasting, and I squaked in right on the money.
Month Three was where I had to face my demons. Unfortunately, I waited until two weeks into the month, thinking I could compress the weight loss as I had done in Month Two. No dice on this one. My body is fighting back a bit, and any loss will have to be earned slow and steady.
It was with profound humliation that I submitted a weight loss of .5 pounds. The tired mantra of 'moving in the right direction' holds no credibility. I know I could have achieved my goals; I simply became arrogant. Now I need to refocus myself and understand that it is a marathon, not a sprint.