In January, I lost 1.2 pounds.
A measly 1.2 pounds. And I’m seeing others post their 5 to 10 pound losses and wondering what the heck is wrong with me. 1.2 pounds. That’s a big glass of water. That’s nothing. And I find myself very frustrated.
But then I look at the facts.
Okay, so in January, I went to Walt Disney World. Sure, I was active there (and finished a marathon). But I also didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to what I was eating. I ate desserts. I ate big breakfasts. I had sandwiches likely grilled in butter and potato chips (and I need to stop typing this because now I’m hungry).
Then I had to have a mole removed on my leg and was on exercise restriction until the stitches were removed. That means that from the day I flew home from Disney, I spent nearly 10 days doing nothing.
So a week of bad eating followed by 10 days of sitting around and I still managed to lose weight through all of that? Not bad. In fact, my weight was a bit up right after I had the mole removed, so to end the month on a low is good.
Now, I’m back into triathlon training, which means swimming and biking and running instead of just running. After just one day of swim practice, I could feel the difference. As hard as it is to get out of bed in the cold only to get into a cold pool, it’s worth it, not only for my training but for my overall health.
February holds another trip to WDW, so I just need to not go overboard and try to keep the scale moving in the right direction. My body doesn’t like me to lose weight (something I need to have checked out by an endocrinologist – I don’t think anything will change, but best to have all the facts). I need to remember that a loss is still a loss, no matter how small. And to not give up yet.