I'm frustrated.
While I was triumphant in getting to my mini-goal early last month I have lost a disgustingly pitiful amount of weight since then. It hardly warrants a mention but I've lost 400g in 3 weeks. I know, it makes me feel quite ill too. If I could have lost another 100g this week I at least would have reached a weight milestone that would have helped psychologically, so I feel somewhat like I'm bashing my head against a wall (which does not burn nearly enough calories, as it turns out).
But the thing is, now I have a deadline. It's not like I have all the time in the world to lose this weight - I need to have lost another 2.1kg by May 10 to be able to enter the Slimmer of the Year competition. I suppose in theory I could win a car or at the very least some new clothes and a makeover, but the real reason I am dying to enter it is so that I have the satisfaction of knowing that I qualified for it. If I don't get to the goal in time, I will have to wait another 12 months for that feeling of accomplishment, and it's possible that I am the least patient person any of you have ever met.
There IS good news though... earlier this week I wore my new size 14 pants to work, and not only did they actually do up, but they were COMFORTABLE. I just checked this out for relevance and an Australian 14 is a US size 10. When I started this caper a year ago I was wearing a 20 or 22 (US 16 or 18) in just about everything, so I suppose the good news is I've lost 3 or 4 dress sizes. I've lost 22cm around my waist, and 4.5cm around my neck. And I never even realised I had a fat neck...
But like I said, I'm frustrated.
While I was triumphant in getting to my mini-goal early last month I have lost a disgustingly pitiful amount of weight since then. It hardly warrants a mention but I've lost 400g in 3 weeks. I know, it makes me feel quite ill too. If I could have lost another 100g this week I at least would have reached a weight milestone that would have helped psychologically, so I feel somewhat like I'm bashing my head against a wall (which does not burn nearly enough calories, as it turns out).
But the thing is, now I have a deadline. It's not like I have all the time in the world to lose this weight - I need to have lost another 2.1kg by May 10 to be able to enter the Slimmer of the Year competition. I suppose in theory I could win a car or at the very least some new clothes and a makeover, but the real reason I am dying to enter it is so that I have the satisfaction of knowing that I qualified for it. If I don't get to the goal in time, I will have to wait another 12 months for that feeling of accomplishment, and it's possible that I am the least patient person any of you have ever met.
There IS good news though... earlier this week I wore my new size 14 pants to work, and not only did they actually do up, but they were COMFORTABLE. I just checked this out for relevance and an Australian 14 is a US size 10. When I started this caper a year ago I was wearing a 20 or 22 (US 16 or 18) in just about everything, so I suppose the good news is I've lost 3 or 4 dress sizes. I've lost 22cm around my waist, and 4.5cm around my neck. And I never even realised I had a fat neck...
But like I said, I'm frustrated.
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