I'll be honest. I feel a bit like a failure. For the past 3 weeks, I've been stalled out for a variety of reasons. I have actually gained weight in the past week, above my starting weight.
That's all I have to say about week 6.
I'm looking forward to week 7. It started out on a good foot - I started over on the program I wrote about following. Not hard, since I did one day of that program last week.
So, today marks a new week, and a new opportunity to whip the body into shape.
I'm really wishing I had a mom's helper to watch the kids for about an hour and a half, in the morning, each day. My best exercising time is in the morning. That's when I have the most energy, and by exercising early, I don't have to try to figure out how to fit it in later, or try to motivate myself at 9 pm when the kids are finally (hopefully!) in bed, asleep.
I press onward. I can do this.
I really need to get a handle on the food part, though. Last week, the kids and I ate through a whole pan of cinnamon rolls, with me being the primary consumer. There's been lots of heavy eating on the weekends at activities and get-togethers. I struggle with restraining myself to eating only a little bit of something, and tend to stuff myself with sweets. I grab a something as I walk past the table. Ah, self-discipline! And the whole time, I'm thinking about how each dessert I eat is making it that much harder to reach my goals. Why don't I restrain myself?
I mentally understand the things I should be doing to be healthier, and to loose weight. I clearly have difficulty making it a way of life.