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Weight today:  239.2       Change since last weigh-in:  -+0.0 lbs.
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Before I begin, I would like to share something random.

I get migraine headaches.  I don’t get them often but this is because I am careful not to eat too many “trigger foods.”  Dark chocolate is one of my trigger foods.  I can have dark chocolate once a week and it won’t cause a migraine.  I can have two pieces of dark chocolate in a week and they won’t cause a migraine.  But - the chemical that is in dark chocolate that causes a migraine - the effects of this chemical are CUMULATIVE.  I never really know when I’m going to surpass my own personal limit on that chemical by eating dark chocolate, but I definitely know it when I do.

Random information-sharing complete.

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I love it, love it, love it, when my scale shows that I’ve lost a pound.
I love it, love it, love it, when I measure and discover that I’ve lost an inch.
I love it, love it, love it, when I put on clothes that used to be too small and find they are too big.

It’s SUCH a gas, that feeling!  That feeling that I DID THIS!  I was careful with what I ate and I worked my butt off and the payoff is so SO incredible and I did it all by myself!!

I really miss that.

I know myself well enough to know that “watching what I eat” is not enough.  I have to do the “work my butt off” part, too, or I won’t lose an ounce.  I know this.  Yet I have such trouble with motivation in the exercise department!!  It’s the reason I started the March Challenge here in my blog way back in March.  It’s the reason I then subsequently went to the trouble of developing a website for other monthly challenges.

Yet here I am, five months later, and I haven’t a single OUNCE of loss to claim.  In fact, I’ve gained weight since March.  How is that possible?

I somehow got myself into this lazy groove that I couldn’t seem to dig my way out of.  “It’s too hot.”  “I’m really tired.”  “My husband works evenings now.”  “I was out of town.”  I have no shortage of excuses, that’s for sure.  But none that are really valid.  None that really justify why I didn’t get off my ass and MOVE.

I want to feel that “I DID IT” feeling again.  Not next month.  Not next week.  NOW.

But that’s part of the problem, too.  I want results and I don’t want to wait for them.  Well, TOUGH, Eileen!  Results are worth the wait AND it takes CUMULATIVE EFFORT to get results.  Not just one hour of exercise here and there, but the cumulative total effort expended regularly over a period of time.  Like the adverse effect that dark chocolate has on my body, exercise works the same way for me (though conversely in a positive effect).

It’s not the first hour of exercise, it may not be the second.  It might just be the eighth or ninth hour that gets that scale to move.  So knowing that, I need to tell myself something.

Woman, get to it.

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