Slowly, slowly...




I had a goal in mind. Lose 9.5lb in 25 days. Can't be that hard right?! I have my holiday at the end of the month, I thought it was a good enough challenge for the timescale.

But this is me we're talking about.

Not only am I slow to lose weight anyway, I also hate restricting my diet too much. A nice, normal achievable goal for me is 1lb a week, then I can still have a few treats, so long as I workout, too.

There was pretty much no way I was going to achieve this - still, I set my mind to it.

How good would I feel on the beach on holiday if I got to my goal?!

Well, turns out it wasn't to be.

Friday weigh in one - maintained.
Friday weigh in two - down 2.5lb. Hallelujah!
Friday weigh in three - down 1lb.
Friday weigh in four - up 1.5lb. WTF?!

As you can see, I didn't make it to 9.5lb.



As I realised I wasn't going to reach my goal, I did the unhealthy thing and decided to beat myself up about it. I thought to myself - "If only I'd tried harder, hadn't eaten that rocky road, swam ten more lengths that workout, not skipped that day I didn't feel up to it..."

The problem is that getting bogged down about not losing weight fast enough is pointless. The time will pass anyway, whether I'm making smart choices about the food I'm putting into my body and making sure I get enough exercise, or I'm sat lazily at home killing time and eating comfort food, the weeks are still going to pass by exactly the same.

I feel like I really need to remember this, because who is going to lose weight while punishing themselves and scolding themselves? I think anyone who is losing weight needs a huge pat on the back - it can be so difficult!

So I've decided to think of this last month and all the positives I can take from it.

More energy.
Inches lost.
Feeling stronger.
Eaten a wide variety of foods.
Taken in lots more fruits and vegetables.
Skin, hair and nails feeling healthier.
Spent my downtime productively.

I'm even packing my suitcase full of size 14 clothes - the last few summers I've been squeezing out of size 16s that are all too big now!



I mean, in the grand scheme of things, what difference does a few pounds make? So I only lost a couple out of the 9.5lb. In a few months time, this will serve me as a lesson learnt - goals take time to achieve. The time will pass anyway. Developing healthy habits and doing it for the right reasons are so much more important than the numbers on the scale.

Time to enjoy my holiday!

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