Continued from Part 1.
Intellectually, I realize that not every week is going to be the epitome of weight loss Xanadu. But last week sucked. I know it and if I try to tell myself it was fruitful, I’d be lying to you and worse, to myself. I slipped, twice last week. I went out and had some dinners that were way off the charts. Granted, I’ll admit, they were less than my usual umpteen-zillion-calorie meals, but they were, nonetheless, not ideal for me.
As a result, I am certain I didn’t have any weight loss. I was far too depressed to go and weigh in. There were some positives, though. I did transition from walking, which was killing my shins, to a gym. I have now changed up my routine to include cardio at the beginning of my workout, to get me warmed up, followed by a series of weights, both free and Nautilus, to round out my exercise regimen.
I have taken on this journey, mainly, by myself. I have no motivator, other than myself. I think I need a hot chick dangling her clothes in front of me to drop each time I do another rep. Not sure my wife would like that, but I sure as hell would be motivated. Then again, there may be some laws that might come into play if that were to happen.
The truth is, I do need some motivation at times.
The extra push to go.
The extra push to say I can do it.
This week a friend recommended stomach bypass surgery. Though I think that for some folks it is a godsend, I can’t even consider it. First, I hate going under the knife. Been there, got that t-shirt. Second, this journey is about me changing my life, my outlook, and my soul. Something about the thought of having to resort to a surgical procedure to get me to stop eating would cause me even more distress. The fact that I would have to admit defeat is unacceptable.