I’ve Lost My Way
There’s no shame in admitting defeat. Over the past few months, essentially since the birth of my baby boy in November, I’ve lost my way.
I weigh somewhere in the 230s today.
Everything I’ve preached over the past four years when it comes to moderation, counting calories, having fun while burning calories etc., still stands true today — and always will. I just haven’t been to church lately.
Over this weekend, I realized that many of the demons I buried 100+ pounds ago have come back. I’ve been eating without actually being hungry. And when I was hungry, I ate too much. That’s fine every once in a while (you know, in moderation), but it’s not acceptable every day. It’s how I ended up 344.2 pounds to begin with.
Much like how I started this blog with a confession some four years ago, I’m starting anew today with another confession: I’ve fallen hard since November. A 20+ pound weight gain in three months is ridiculous. How can I help people save themselves from being overweight/obese if I can’t even save myself?
I’ve been caught up in the birth of my son, the holidays, the release of my book, and newly found attention from the media and first-time blog readers. I have let many other things (media interviews, answering e-mails, hosting giveaways on Facebook, etc.) sidetrack me from focusing on myself and actually losing weight.
Let’s get back to the basics.