Here’s Week 3 of “How I Survived an Eight Week Diet.”
I’m sobering up in many ways. Firstly, I’m drinking a lot less. I make a lot of jokes about the quantity that I drink but, truthfully, it isn’t that frequently.
My biggest problem is moderation once the bottle is open. I know, I know, I’ve got you already. Now that I’m counting calories, I have to prioritize, so I have been foregoing the booze. Mostly. Because I like food calories better. I don’t prefer to starve myself.
Also sobering is that I expect a lot from myself. I expect that when I work out a lot and count calories that I will lose weight — quickly. I’m down 5-6 pounds depending on the day. And on the days it is 5, I’m pissed off about it. Today was one of those days. Because yesterday it was 6 and now all of a sudden it seems like I’ve gained a pound. And I’ve been eating things I don’t like much (chicken, I’m looking at you) while forgoing things I do (wine). It feels unfair. And I’m mad that the payoff isn’t greater. Like a giant baby. Sobering.
I’m running lately — treadmill running — but I’m slow. I’ve always been slow. I’m trying to run a marathon in a month and when I say that I mean: I’m trying to run the distance of a marathon over the course of a month. I’m hoping to make it. Here’s a snapshot of the treadmill when I was done with 3 miles (I ran 2.5 of them so that gives you an idea of how very slowly I run). It’s sobering but satisfying because at least I’m out there doing it.
And lastly, it is sobering that I talk about my 8-week diet but I know that the diet won’t end at 8 weeks. Even if I lose 2 pounds a week (which is ambitious), I won’t be done. I’ll still have 10 more to go after THAT. It might be the vanity 10 pounds — those “Aw, you are sweet to say I look great but really I have 10 more pounds to lose.” It’s the, “I look okay in a bikini but I probably should lose 10 pounds.” And then even if I lose all this, I have to keep it off. Forever. And since I’m terrible with moderation, I will need to be mindfully “dieting” my whole life.