Failure. It's a bitter pill to swallow. At some point we have to step up and admit that we've failed... and I have. Big time.
About this time, last year, I announced that, as my new year's resolution I was beginning a diet. My goal, at the time, was to lose a total of 50 pounds over the year. I gave myself some interim goals... but the main goal was 50 pounds over the length of the year.
On January 1st, 2011, I began the quest... the Reckoning. As part of the reckoning I set four goals.
* A nine-pound loss... I succeeded...
* A twenty-five pound loss...I also succeeded... don't worry... don't get nervous, I'm not going to show you photos of me in a Speedo®
* A thirty-four pound loss... I succeeded... woo hoo!.
and the final goal of
* Fifty pounds... on this goal I failed...
I made it to a total loss of somewhere around forty pounds... and then got stuck. I became complacent... and bit by bit, pound by pound, the pounds began reattaching themselves to me. It was a family reunion, and I welcomed the pounds back like long-lost relatives. I have discovered that I'm allergic to food... I break out in fat!
So... here I stand at the crossroads of Failure and corpulence... er, I mean Success. I'm not the type of person who gives up easily. (Don't get me wrong, I DO give up... just not easily!)... So, I'm going to go at it again with the same basic goal set. I didn't gain back all the weight... just most of it. But I'm going to set my goal at the same place... I'd like to lose 50 pounds over the length of 2012.
I will try to do what I did last year (at least at the beginning of the year) and post the "loss" at bottom of my posts. And I'll start dieting January 1st.
Wish me luck, and feel free to join me in the flight from fat.