Hi all,
I was here last year, for several months, but then I moved and closed on my house and somehow it was harder to be consistent with my exercise than when I homeless (and living in a hotel)
Exercise was spotty over the spring, and summer, but I was maintaining or loosing a pound a month or so. Come Fall and back to work, I was too busy to eat and I lost another 4 pounds. I figured I was ok. I knew I should be exercising, but I chalked it up to learning to maintain while eating what I wanted when I desired.
Then came the Holiday season, and the scale kept creeping up, instead of slowly sliding down. And I began to feel that instead of succeeding slowly, which was making me feel really proud; I was failing, as I always fail.
That was a kick in the butt. i am not going back to where I was and I am certainly not going above it.
So I am back to exercising, 3 days on 1 day off. And I am back here, looking for support and solidarity.
And of course accountability.