Back at Home Blues

Posted riestrella on June 23rd, 2011 | Filed under Concerns, Ramblings, Weight Loss Journey

My holiday was great. I ended up being there for 17 days (managed to get 4 days off in a row at work so didn’t have to come home so soon), and it was lovely spending time with my boyfriend. I love being around him, and it was amazing to not have to zip off to work like I usually have to when he comes to visit me.

I managed to get a blog entry in during my first week, but I ended up falling off the bandwagon a little bit after that. We got into bad habits like staying up late, drinking caffeine drinks, waking up later and skipping breakfast. It shifted my eating pattern off by a lot, meaning I was eating a 3rd meal later in the evening which I couldn’t really work off since all we were doing was lazying around.

I did do a couple of Thai Boxing sessions, which were great. After the first one my whole body ached the next day, it was awful but at the same time I really felt like I got a great workout.

I started to mentally shift too, I began to get really lazy and even though the BF was trying to encourage work outs I would protest.

So, I let myself down again. I wasn’t able to weigh in during my time there and I weighed in this morning at I’m at 186 lbs =/. That’s a 4 lb increase, but I am approaching my period and I’m going to do my best to stay on track with exercise. Plus, there’s no temptation of nipping out to the shop to buy caffeine and eating sneaky bags of crisps.

I also failed my second mini goal, which was to be at 180 lbs by the 12th June. Granted, I didn’t have a scale during my holiday, so maybe I was at that goal in week 1 of my holiday when I was being good! But I can’t say for sure, so I can safely say I failed it. I’m now in mini goal #3 which is to be at 165 lbs by 25th September. That means I’ll have to lose 17 pounds in 13 weeks. That means I’ll have to lose around 1.5 lbs every week to meet it.

I feel a bit sad too because when I’m around my BF I get so used to having someone there with me all the time. When I come home and I’m on my own I get really lonely. I feel like there should be someone there just be in the same room as me. I’m an independent person, so when I do live with friends I love the time alone, but when it’s forced on me to be alone I react strangely. I know it sounds like a contradiction, but it’s the best way I can describe it.

Also, I’m started to get increasingly sad about the fact that the BF is moving back to America on 16th July. I’m going to be moving with him when I have enough money, but I’m not sure how long it will take for me to save up the money. I know it’s silly, because I will see him again, but it might be another 4 months before we see each other. The time difference is awful too, right now that we’re in the same country we can text and call each other but when we’re in 2 different time zones it gets complicated. So when I’m done with my day and ready to relax and talk he’s about to zip off and get on with his day. I don’t know, maybe I’m just PMSing!


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