We’ve been back for a year now. We’ve moved twice. We’ve been through all
four two seasons (rainy and not rainy). In looking back I’m realizing that my “worst” fear about leaving Hawaii was that I would struggle to maintain my weight loss.
Ok. I’ve struggled. The “worst” (totally a FWP) has happened. Now what? Now where do I go? Do I sit back and whine some more and sit on my butt not doing anything about it or do I get it done? Again.
I choose to get it done. But this time, with some changes:
1. Food logging. Something I didn’t do before because I had other accountability in place.
2. Bordom nibbles, eating out, and night time snacks. My weakness… and it ends now. If I don’t buy it, it’s not a temptation in my house.
3. Being active every. single. day. No week-long ‘rest days’. Seriously?!
4. No excuses. I’ve done it before. Yes, it’s harder during a deployment, but harder isn’t impossible. If anything, how AMAZING is it going to be to say I lost weight DURING the damn deployment?! I’ve worked out consistently since our recent move. There is no excuse. Work out with the kids or not – it can get done if I want it bad enough.
I want it bad.