If you’ve been following along on Facebook, you know that I’ve had a bad run in the last couple of weeks. My home was broken into, my scales (both bathroom and kitchen) were among the items taken, so I’ve had some troubles keeping up with my weight and my portions. Also, I’ve been on the road, which is rarely beneficial to folks working on losing weight. I’m told air travel and stress both hinder weight loss. Also, there’s my increased sodium intake. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, but I tore off the Band-Aid and headed into the weight loss clinic with conviction.
“Since my last confession,” Since my last trip to the clinic, which was May 1, I have gained 5.8 pounds. I encourage you to look back at my It’s Hard post for my reflections on why this is the case. At this point, I’m not writing to “explain,” but to stick a new flag into the ground to squarely mark my place and to use this new place as a baseline for positive change. I’m here today. It’s not where I intend to be tomorrow.
I have so much to say about my travels that I feel it would be too much for a single post. Be looking for a series of posts about my 6 day trip to North Carolina in the coming days. I will talk about the steps I took in advance to plan for the trip, what I ate, the types of exercises I tried, and my shortcomings. If nothing else, it will be cathartic.
In the mean time, I think it’s healthy to look back at where I started to recognize that this weight gain, while huge to me, is a drop in the bucket compared to my starting weight of 448.