I mustered the guts to come back here again. Sorry for the absence and unkept promises. Sorry to myself, for my utter disregard to the goals I set so willingly. For how badly I let myself down each time.
I was on track with food and exercise for most of the time, until Wednesday morning. My new weighing scale arrived on Tuesay night, and I was mighty excited to get on it and find out if i had lost. I was feeling stick thin ( though far from true) and thought I must have atleast lost a couple of kilos. But what did I see? I saw 78! Honestly, my eyes welled up with tears!
I threw my hands up in the air, went for a morning run and have been eating irresponsibly since then! Of course even before that my food diary was not updated, which might be the most probable reason I was under the terrible impression that I was eating right, but was actually not. Sigh!
Right now, I cannot figure out why I mess up? Why do I love food so much? So much that even though I wake up every single morning and aim to lose weight, I still eat kebabs and ice cream at the end of day? I feel terrible.
June goals have been trashed! Total failure. I will post a weigh in tomorrow morning and I hope I will not touch the 80 once again! Recommtting for July, though:
1. Continue my running groove. Meversusfat, do you hear my shout? I am thinking of the the 10k of the Kaveri Trail Marathon. What say? Running does not hurt my knees any more. So goody!
2. Yes weight loss. Once again. Shall we aim for the 74 mark? I say yes.
3. Food. Food. Food. I shall adopt draconian plans. And not eat anything except carrots and cucumbers all of July. Most surely, I am kidding!
I also have some exciting plans up my sleeve and hoped I will be in hourglass shape by then! But well, guess I got the timing a wee bit wrong. Never mind. The plans are still exciting.
I am back home, so I shall get my butt moving, baby!