I’ve been on a weight loss journey for the past couple weeks now and I’m getting to the point in my dedication where I’m starting to obsess and feel guilty at times.
I’m on a structured meal plan and fitness routine that makes me anxious when I veer from it. Example, last night was my birthday dinner celebration at Portillos. For one, a salad has more calories than a burger and fries so I can assure you I didn’t have that. What I did have was a full slab of ribs, cheese fries, and a piece of their signature chocolate cake. Now, being that it was my birthday and I’ve been good for the past couple of weeks I decided to allow myself the indulgence.
I’ll also add that I made the executive decision for my mental sanity to get up at 5am to go to the gym and squeeze in a quick workout before going to work. So having hit my 10,000 steps by 4:30pm was quite an accomplishment for me and made me even more excited to spend dinner eating delicious food with my family and my significant other.
I had half of the ribs and saved the cake for home to split with my boyfriend.
The most important part of my journey is that everything takes time.
I constantly need to remind myself that it is ok to stray from the path sometimes for mental sanity and that Rome wasn’t built in a day!
When you’re gaining weight you kind of ignore the signs until it’s staring you right in the mirror. When you’re losing weight that mirror becomes a magnifying glass and you’re constantly waiting to see results overnight.
I’m working on being patient with myself and not letting one meal consume me with guilt for the rest of the day. Every workout is progress.
Today is Friday and tonight my boyfriend is taking me to dinner at our favorite restaurant, Cooper’s Hawk. Tonight we will indulge in a bottle of wine, some bruschetta, and a delicious meal and I will not feel guilty for treating myself.
I have prepared for this by drinking plenty of water to stay hydrated and flush out the toxins and I will get in a good workout this weekend to get my body ready for next week.
The moral of the story is that it is ok to have an indulgent meal. I won’t use the word “cheat” because that opens the door for more “cheat” meals. An indulgent meal is something to celebrate over. A reason to feel good about a situation and not limit yourself to “just a salad”.
There is no timeline to success and losing weight is more mental than it is physical.