False advertising alert! Laughter is good but I’m not sure if you can actually laugh weight off, although laughter might help you avoid overeating. I mean it is hard to chew and laugh at the same time. Now in all seriousness, thank you for your support and sharing your own stories with me last month. It can be incredibly disheartening when good health always seems out of reach and the fault lies with you. Knowing others are working through this journey makes me feel braver and not so alone. I hope it does the same for you.
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My Truth: Getting Healthy is Hard for Me
Please note the qualifier … FOR ME. Getting healthy is hard for me. It may also be hard for you. Or it may also be super duper easy for you. Or somewhere in-between. That is your truth and I respect it. My truth is that getting fit and eating right is not easy or second-nature or even something I always want. Sometimes the fault lies with me and other times, albeit far less frequently, it doesn’t. And I’m learning to accept this, not as a fatal flaw or excuse to give-up but an acknowledgement of the hard work I must do every day.
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A Walk in Photographs
Yup. I did it. I took a walk on Sunday, which means that I have exercised once in May and have four more workouts left for the month. 100% doable! Admittedly my walk was a bit more leisurely than fast-paced, which is fine. I wasn’t looking to burn a ton of calories but to get out, enjoy the sun (and beach) and move my body. Mission accomplished!
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So … about This Get Healthy Plan
Last year, for those of you with great memories, you may recall that I was on my get healthy journey and overall doing well. Pounds were lost and not found again. Bat wings became less flappable. Butt shrunk, leading to saggy ass pants bottoms which I found both fascinating and horrifying. But … but … but … now. Now is not so great. Pounds have been found. And I feel all the feels, which sucks because I am an emotional eater.
A Stagnant Get Healthy Journey
I often dreamt about the moment when I could proudly announce that I reached my weight goal. That I was now officially healthy and fit, feeling good and looking good. Finally able to wear those flirty sundresses and sleeveless shirts that I’ve long admired but never felt flattered me. It would be a proud moment. This is not that moment. Nor a proud moment. It is a time of frustration, disappointment and sadness for me because my get healthy journey is stalled. And it’s all my fault.
I Regained Some Weight. Now What?
I’m not proud of this fact. Actually I’m really, really, really pissed off about it because it’s my fault. I dropped the ball. Me. First by not watching what I ate, then progressively eating more and more, followed by not working out. The resulting weight gain shouldn’t be a surprise but it’s still a disappointment. Worse, the blame lands solely at my feet. And you know how I deal with my emotions, especially bad ones, I eat them.