It has been over a year since I fell off the diet wagon, and I've been struggling to get back on it ever since.
I was doing well. I was losing weight, even if it was at a painfully slow pace. I was getting lots of exercise with walking, exercise videos, working with weights, gardening and a little dancing. Then, August of last year, my husband and I went on vacation. Two weeks of traveling knocked me completely off my game, and I just couldn't seem to get into the right mindset after that.
I didn't gain any weight during that two weeks. Nor did I gain weight during the next three months. Then my husband retired. We hit the road again. Three glorious months of seeing all the southern states. This time I did gain weight. Twelve pounds, one for each week of sitting on my butt watching the miles go by. It was a wonderful trip. I had lots of fun. No regrets.
But for the last five months I just haven't been able to get myself back into the exercise part of the weight loss plan. My sluggish butt has been welded to the couch, and no matter what I said, it has refused to part company with the couch cushion.
Finally, I gave it a deadline. September 1, no arguments.
I haven't gained any weight since our last trip, but all the muscles that were beginning to get nicely tuned up have turned back to marshmallow, so I'm basically back to square one. The weather is cooler now, so my "avoiding heat stroke" excuse is no longer valid. I'm going to do it.
I think my biggest mistake during my sabbatical from healthy living was not participating in the social aspect of Sparkpeople. I hope all my Spark friends will forgive me and help me climb back on the wagon for a nice long ride.
Okay, I'm going for a walk now.