So today, I went in determined to make this a week to make the iron my bitch (again) and so far so good. Except when I went to weigh in, it told me I was down another three pounds. I weighed myself 3 times to make sure the machine wasn't lying so it wouldn't get another beat-down, and sure enough - i'm down 3 pounds. Huzzah, guess I get the other half pint on Sunday after all (though I'll probably skip those meals out this time around).
I think the lesson here is that cheating - sometimes - *can* be ok. It's not a habit I intend to form, and it's not something I'd define as "eat whatever you want in whatever quantity you want once in a while" either. I'd probably define it more like be reasonable, be responsible and everyone once in a while have some fucking ice cream.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
In other news, this 3 pound loss brings me to the next milestone. I'm at -40 and counting. YEAH! And victory is just a little bit closer. . .
As I grow closer and closer to my goal, i'm starting to wonder if I should re-evaluate success. I mean, I never intended to quit when things got hard. That's not what I want for myself as I believe I would construe that as quitting. No, instead what I mean is that I should re-define what success looks like here. If it gets to a point where progress just isn't happening it may be something beyond my ability or willingness to commit to. Maybe there's something like an ideal weight for my body, and I just don't know that yet. Maybe what I need is a minimum goal followed by a stretch goal where anything inside that stretch range is ideal?
So in that vein, that's what i'm doing. I'm thinking 80/20 (90/10? 85/15?) so I keep my original goal, but set it reasonably. Don't take this wrong - I want my 100. I don't even intend to stop there if I can - technically it's still overweight for me (hahaha, stupid charts are stupid), but I think it really clearly defines a picture of success and ultra-success.
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