Or at least, that's how it feels, as I continue to hover around 140, even though I've been walking, doing the treadmill, have given up the cola for nearly a whole week (Sat. to Thursday evening, cola-free) and yet, I'm not losing. Well, there was cake on Tuesday. And chocolate on the weekend.
It's clearly a lot easier for me now to put on the weight than it is to get rid of it. Now, this may not sound earth-shatteringly new in the world o' weight loss, but for the majority of my life so far, I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain weight. OTOH, I was burning a lot of energy either swimming or performing or running around after the kiddies. But still...
I can so see why people throw in the towel and quit exercising. It's time consuming and, for me and I suspect a lot of other people, not exactly a laff riot. It's work. Or like another chore in the day. A must, not a wanna.
However, as Rome wasn't built in a day, so I shall keep with the exercising and limiting the cola intake, because I also know it works. Or I wouldn't have lost twenty pounds.
This week's exercise/treadmill tally:
Friday, Nov. 6 - I hr. on TM (but I also had two colas - a last hoorah)
Nov. 7 - 1/2 on the TM but spent an hour raking and putting leaves in bins
Nov. 8 - 16,029 steps
Nov. 9 - 13,038 steps
Nov. 10 - 1 hr. on TM
Nov. 11 - 1 hr. on TM
Nov. 12 - 12,787 steps
My goal for the next week is to try to exercise every day. I'm going out for lunch three days in a row, though, and I'm also trying to write every day, so that could be a challenge I cannot meet. I'm thinking less, but something, of both, may be the way to go.