Getting Back on Track

Another week of very few posts from me.  I promise you it's because of the crazy life I'm currently living and NOT because I'm falling off track, and don't want anyone to know about it.

In fact, the last post I wrote - my weigh in post - did kinda say that I was struggling just a little.  So, it wouldn't surprise me that some of you are thinking that I'm swaying off course, and letting myself go.

Just so you know, that's not the case.  In fact, this week has been MUCH better.  Still crazy beyond crazy, but I'm adjusting and monitoring.  I'm surviving and doing what I need to do.

I stood on the scale this morning, just to get an idea of whether or not some of the changes I've made this week have helped.  Let's just say that things are moving, once again, in the right direction.  I'm not going to share specifics, because that's all for Wednesday.  But, it felt good knowing that I'm making some positive changes that are affecting the damage I did last week.

This past week, I have had so much going on that I didn't know if I was coming or going most of the time.  It was homecoming spirit week at work, and I was up and at 'em early each day just so I could get all dressed up for whatever the day's theme was.  Wednesday was the only night I made it home before 9PM.  It was tough to plan and prepare and stay on course during all of it, but I did pretty well...and didn't decide to just throw in the towel.  Even though I felt like it several times.

The way I look at it is if I can make it through these crazy weeks, it should be smooth sailing once my life starts to even out a little more.  Nothing like jumping in head first to the shark tank just to see if I can still swim out alive.  I only have two more weeks left of football and volleyball, and then I can start coming home at a reasonable time once again.  And I won't have games to attend, practices, and all the rest of it.  Life will slow down, and I'll be able to adjust and monitor my progress a lot easier.

My only hope is, that once life does start settling down a little..I can finally make time for some much needed exercise.  The hope is, I'll be so used to go, go, going all of the time, that my body will crave more movement when it's not getting as much.  One can hope, right?

Here lately, even my weekends have become nothing more than blurs of time that go whizzing by.  I've got so much going on that my house has become almost like an acquaintance to me.  Someone I see every now and then.  The short amounts of time I'm here, I'm sleeping.  The house is in desperate need of some attention, and I haven't been around to give it.  

Yesterday I was gone all day, today I'm going to be gone for quite a while.  I just don't even feel like I can sit at home and relax anymore.  There's always something on the calendar, somewhere to go, something to do.  

But, one thing I can say is that even though my eating hasn't been perfect..not even close, really, I'm keeping my head above water.  I had a slight setback this week when I saw my first weight gain in 8 weeks, but I don't think that is something that will happen again this week.  Amid everything that's going on, I am able to take a step back and keep my weight loss a priority.  

I am learning a very valuable lesson in all of this:  Weight loss isn't something that can be planned and prepared for all of the time.  Life gets in the way.  But, if I'm able to keep the progress going with everything that life is throwing at me - I can do this for the rest of my life.  I know it.

I may not be writing all my food down, planning all my meals out ahead of time, running a few miles every other day... but I'm staying conscious of what I'm eating, how much I'm eating, and how much my body is moving, even though it's not planned exercise.

As long as I continue to see the scale moving in the right direction, I know that I must be doing something right.  I forgot that last week, but didn't this week.  I remained focused, I let the number on the scale this week plague me every time I even had a fleeting thought of eating more than I should.  I stayed strong, even though I was exhausted and stressed and emotionally drained.  

I may not be living by the custom set of rules that apply to those trying to lose weight, but it's working for me right now.  I don't have time to do half the stuff I want to do, or plan to do, or need to do.  But, I always have the time to stop and take a second before putting something in my mouth and asking myself if it's worth it.  

I'm continuing on this journey.  It may be a bumpy ride, but I'm holding on...I will not let go.  I will ride these crazy waves out until the storm passes.  Just two more weeks of crazy, and then life can go back to being more calm.  Giving me a chance to reassess, look at any changes that need to be made, and carving away some time to focus on my fitness needs.

This week I make another trek back to my doctor for a progress check.  I'm already accepting the fact that I won't be anywhere near the goal I set for myself, but I will also walk in there knowing there has been several pounds lost.  I will walk in knowing that with everything that has gone on this past month, I'm still losing weight.  I'm still succeeding, even if it's not at the level I had planned.  Success is success.  And that's something I'm going to keep reminding myself.

OK, I have a thousand and one things to do today... and sitting here all morning isn't really one of them.

Till next time!