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I've never ventured in here to the STAC, but after perusing some of the posts I think I need to spend some time in here.
For those of you who don't know me (since I've been afraid to come in here) I am the king of falling off the wagon. I am the example of how not to do this plan. I start every day with good intentions and I slip somewhere during the day. Well my latest slip, turned into an 8 months slide. And I could not find my motivation. My wife found it for me, she said to me last week, "You forgot why you started this in the first place." And she was right. The reason I started this journey was to live long enough to see my kids grow up, and to walk my daughters down the aisle, and to teach my boys how to be men. But as I began to have success, I began to enjoy success. The ego feed from the compliments and attention was as addicting as any carb laden crap I was feeding myself. I loved the attention. And that was where I went wrong. I wasn't doing it to be able to watch my kids grow up I was doing it for purely egocentric reasons.
Then the wheels fell off. My daughter was born and spent a month in the hospital, my eating became convenient, planning went out the window, but I maintained. Then a little of this and a little of that became a sleeve of chips ahoy and a tall glass of milk. Then the scale slapped me I had gained 10 pounds. So I tried to restart, lack of planning caused another 5 pound jump. The holidays came along and HELLO 300 pounds again. Holy crap! Did I just gain 25 pounds in 3 months? Yep! OK, now I'm really gonna restart. What? The scale is reading 310, when did that happen? Couple of days in, down to 304, ok back under 300 by the end of the weekend. Register for some races, that'll get me back on track. Right? Wrong! I am weak. 313 Enough. Restart. Fail. 315. Restart. Fail. 317 Done. And now here I am.
One of the best tips I got since I came here was as I went into smaller clothes, get rid of the bigger ones. Best thing I ever did, because now I must wear what I own. They are tight but they are on and a couple of days in, (and three good training runs) they are not so tight.
So I've refound my focus, and I remembered why I'm doing this, so I'm back on track. But talk is cheap so don't listen to what I say, I'll let my actions speak instead. This has been an interesting vacation back in the 300's, but 8 months is too long for any vacation. Besides I don't like it here and I want to go home.
For those of you who don't know me (since I've been afraid to come in here) I am the king of falling off the wagon. I am the example of how not to do this plan. I start every day with good intentions and I slip somewhere during the day. Well my latest slip, turned into an 8 months slide. And I could not find my motivation. My wife found it for me, she said to me last week, "You forgot why you started this in the first place." And she was right. The reason I started this journey was to live long enough to see my kids grow up, and to walk my daughters down the aisle, and to teach my boys how to be men. But as I began to have success, I began to enjoy success. The ego feed from the compliments and attention was as addicting as any carb laden crap I was feeding myself. I loved the attention. And that was where I went wrong. I wasn't doing it to be able to watch my kids grow up I was doing it for purely egocentric reasons.
Then the wheels fell off. My daughter was born and spent a month in the hospital, my eating became convenient, planning went out the window, but I maintained. Then a little of this and a little of that became a sleeve of chips ahoy and a tall glass of milk. Then the scale slapped me I had gained 10 pounds. So I tried to restart, lack of planning caused another 5 pound jump. The holidays came along and HELLO 300 pounds again. Holy crap! Did I just gain 25 pounds in 3 months? Yep! OK, now I'm really gonna restart. What? The scale is reading 310, when did that happen? Couple of days in, down to 304, ok back under 300 by the end of the weekend. Register for some races, that'll get me back on track. Right? Wrong! I am weak. 313 Enough. Restart. Fail. 315. Restart. Fail. 317 Done. And now here I am.
One of the best tips I got since I came here was as I went into smaller clothes, get rid of the bigger ones. Best thing I ever did, because now I must wear what I own. They are tight but they are on and a couple of days in, (and three good training runs) they are not so tight.
So I've refound my focus, and I remembered why I'm doing this, so I'm back on track. But talk is cheap so don't listen to what I say, I'll let my actions speak instead. This has been an interesting vacation back in the 300's, but 8 months is too long for any vacation. Besides I don't like it here and I want to go home.
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