Last year in July, I went on a diet and exercise program to lose weight. I kept my calories low by eating healthy low-fat, low-carb foods and walking 6 days a week. I did walk some significant distances for a total of 180 miles for the month. Anyway, at the end of July, I had lost zero pounds.
That made me angry because I had really put forth a lot of effort, hard work, and resisting my favorite foods. When I started, I was CERTAIN that I would lose some weight. I truly believed that if I created a consistent calorie deficit, there was no way I could fail! Disappointed didn't even begin to describe how I felt when I climbed on the scale at the end of the month only to discover that my efforts had been useless.
Here is the lesson: Anger is not an effective way to cope. Period!
Because of my anger, I gave up the exercise and the diet, and spent the last 6 months not watching what I ate and not exercising. And no ... I did not lose any weight doing THAT either. In fact, I'm pretty sure I gained a few pounds.
Now, after 6 months of pouting and feeling miserable at this weight, I have finally accepted that I'm not going to get any thinner until I try again ... and try longer ... and stay determined ... which is something I am very capable of.
I will be getting a new Fitbit sometime this month. I'm going to post a sign by my washing machine that says "Do you know where your Fitbit is?" Maybe THIS time, I can prevent a tragic washing and drying like the last one.
I'm not totally convinced that my Fitbit didn't just put itself in the washing machine out of despair ... committing a kind of Fitbit-suicide simply because I was making it depressed with all of my inactivity.
*** sigh *** here I go again!
It will take me a week or two to figure out my game plan and psyche myself up for the big challenge of losing all of this weight ... but that's my plan.
I also have an appointment with an endocrinologist this month. I'm hoping they can fix my thyroid issues so I don't have to fight this up-hill-battle.
Wish me luck!