Seismic Event Recorded in North Texas…
One good thing which blogging about my efforts to get into shape does is that it caters to my inner actor/performer. As I move step by step forward on my journey toward fitness. I get to share my successes and revel in the thunderous applause [cue canned applause soundtrack] 😉
The bad part about blogging and sharing my experiences with the whole world, is that when I mess up, well, the whole world knows. Or at least the dozen or so people who are actually reading this blog knows when I fall from grace.
Yes, it is true. I fell off the fitness wagon. The large bang heard throughout the North Texas area and ensuing earth tremor was not the cannons announcing the opening of the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, it was me. Hitting the ground. T-H-U-D! Falling from grace. Hitting the gutter. Succumbing to temptation. Crossing over the dark side. I transgressed. I frolicked with chocolate! I was a baaaaaaaaaddd cowboy. *sigh*
That happened a month ago. Which would explain why it has been a month since I’ve posted to this blog. Oh my! It has not been a pretty picture this past month. The roll through the gutter was a sordid one. There were pizzas there. And beer. We lost count of the visits to Chipotle. And that foul demon “diet coke” appeared in a cloud of fizz and secret chemicals; it possessed me–I fought, for a bout 4 seconds but then I was out of control. I even *gasp* went to the neighborhood Walmart and bought a plethora of the the $1.28 two liter bottles that were on sale. When I fall from grace I don’t mess around.
I vaguely remember boxes of whoppers, Oreo cookies and something called Cookie Dough Bites. Those things are evil. The FDA should really investigate and consider making them a controlled substance. And as for following the Jenny Craig program. Yeah. Right. Jenny who?
I stopped weighing in on a daily basis (a really bad sign). I stopped blogging. I stopped measuring my body weekly. I stopped taking my weekly progress photos. I fell. I fell hard. I think that the National Earthquake Information Center reported my fall from the wagon as a very localized but very powerful 10.0 event.
The cause of this fall from grace? STRESS! Stress so bad that my back was going into spasms on a regular basis.
At the beginning of the month I had lost 8.5 lbs. By the beginning of this week I had gained all of that back. Two months to loose it and a month to gain it back. The Yo-Yo “Yo’ed” my dearest readers. It yo’ed UP! The numbers went up! I fell down and the numbers went up! *sigh*
However, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds of a retreating Texas thunderstorm, hope arrived…The Calvary charged over the hillside, The Texas Rangers rounded up the bad guys. Yes,friends and neighbors and all four of my readers HOPE had arrived…. my Knight in Shining Armor, my Rescuer, my Savior, my Prince on a Noble Steed…. DANCE!
Yes, dance. The past two weeks have been a return to a normal schedule of practices and lessons. For, the first time since mid-November, just before Thanksgiving last year. I was in the studio dancing on a regular basis. OMG! I’m out of shape. My back hurts. My knees hurt, my feet hurt, my quads are saying WTF!?!?
The return to the studio on a regular basis, coupled with the looming deadline of an upcoming contest in March has provided me with an outside influence, a stimulus, to get my internal house in order. It gave me a focus and reminded me that which I learned long ago and which I unfortunately sometimes forget. When stressed by too much to do:
- Focus on the most important.
- Do one thing at a time.
- Break down large projects into smaller more manageable pieces.
- Do first things first.
- Do what you can in the time you have and let the rest go.
This week I did exactly that. The list of things that didn’t get done this week is huge. But…I know that I did as much as I’m humanly capable of this past week and the things that did get done were the top priority things. So there!
And… …drum roll please… …I lost 2 lbs this week. Two Pounds! Ya me! At the beginning of the week I was back up to my maximum ever weight of 285 lbs. Yesterday I weighed 283.
Metaphorically speaking, I’ve caught the wagon and I have one leg up and hooked over the tailgate. We’ll ignore the other leg for the moment which is being drug along in the dust behind the wagon. Focus on the positive!!!! I’ve gotten a leg back on that friggin’ wagon!
And the journey toward fitness resumes.
See ya on the dance floor!
Posted on Sat, Mar 3, 2012, in Misc and tagged Dallas, Dance, Diet Coke, earth tremor, Health, healthy-living, Jenny Craig, Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, Motivation, National Earthquake Information Center, North Texas, Oreo, Self-motivation, Texas, Yo-yo. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.