For the last 12 months I've been on a weightloss journey. My original goal was to get to 75kg which whilst it is still just outside of the healthy range for my height, it was almost inconceivable to me that I'd get there. Well, I did it. I seem to have hit a spot though. I got down to 70.1kg and in the last week I've gained a whole kilo from two days of naughtiness. I ate about 10 chocolates one night along with a glass and a half of low cal bubbly. The next day I had 5 chocolates.
How on earth does that constitute a 1kg gain?!! I'm so angry with myself. I should never have deviated from my normal plan but I figured it was a special occasion. The problem now is that I've been chewing myself out because I feel like no special occasion is worth a 1kg gain. How crazy is that? I've lost a total of 34kg so far and you'd think a 1kg set back wouldn't seem that bad but it really does because I had to fight for four weeks for that 1kg to get off my body and then I went and screwed it up all in the space of two days.
I guess I'm paranoid because I don't want to spend the rest of my life missing out on things like tasty treats on occasion etc because it takes me a whole month to get that amount off again
. It takes me so long to get anywhere that I almost feel like it's not worth it and if it weren't for the fact that I don't want to go back to the way I was I can almost guarantee that I'd be 30kg heavier in the blink of an eye.
I exercise regularly, some free weights 3 times a week and running 3 times a week (alternating days obviously) and I've been eating low cal for a few months now and I don't seem to get any headway. I drink my 2L of water a day, and I'm not due for TTOM so the weight that I've gained is almost certainly fat because I haven't changed my exercise program lately.
ARG... Well I guess I'm just venting my frustration. I'm spending all of my time waiting for the day I get into the 60kg range (which I haven't been in since I was pre-teen) and months and months down the track I'm still waiting. *sigh*.