I do it every year. January through February, new years resolution and all that, yay diet time! Come March, back to old eating habits and laziness. By June, surrounded by bikini clad chicks on the beach and a family that loves to do outdoorsy stuff, I get back on the wagon. I go STRONG until November and then that first pecan pie is brought into work and bye bye willpower.
Middle of December I valiantly try to get back on plan..... but then those stupid Christmas goodies start coming through the door coupled with the fact that I LOVE to bake, and yeah..... doesn't last long.
And then January comes back and I cry as I step on the scale, wondering why in h*** I had to have that German Chocolate cake and go on the week long cake baking spree the week after Christmas.
Sigh. Hangs head in shame.
Then I try to tell myself it's just water weight..... It'll go away as soon as I start eating right again. Yeah.... no. At least my clothes still mostly fit.
But this year, this year my new Doctor just had to drop the big ole D word on me, the big ole DIABETES word that I've purposefully ignored since it was brought up 5 years ago when I weighed 265 lbs. I stuck my fingers in my ears and said, NOPE, that won't be me. They are wrong. They are Jon Snow and know nothing. Blood work lies right???
Wrong.
I have got to face the facts. It's not borderline anymore. And despite the 5 months last year of low carb keto lifestyle, my A1C is still really high. Time to put on my big girl knickers and face the facts.
The weight has to go.
And take with it the meds, because I am TOO YOUNG to be on medication like this.
So, hello again chicks. I'm breaking the cycle. I will hit goal in 2016. My life literally depends on it.