So for the past few years I’ve been up and down as far as dieting goes. I’m to the point now where I’m back to “normal” but I still want to work on myself. Now that I’m to this point of being oh-so-close that it’s hard. They always say the last bit of pounds to lose is the hardest. That is oh-so-true.
So for the month of July, I decided to spend the entire month being hardcore and trying to get rid of this that I’ve been working on for years.
You know what I hate about dieting though? How un-fun it makes you. I’m going to be un-fun. It’s July! This is the month that I’m supposed to not care. But not this year. With reunions in August and a trip to NYC in September, I must do this in July.
I hate having to say, “No, I have to stay in tonight.”
Truth is, it took me forever to learn what works for me. That’s the best way to diet. What works for me is not eating carbs and running on a treadmill. It also means I have to take more time to cook my dinner. So by the time I get home, have ran and ate it’s 8:30 to 9 p.m. And I also hate putting myself in social situations where I have to say “No, I’m not going to eat that.”
It always starts an awkward conversation or I get weird looks.
Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do.
Dieting makes me mental though. This past week everything I’ve ate has grossed me out. I have a tendency to go on Facebook or Twitter and whine. I’m that girl. I know. I can’t help it. I feel like I’m being crazy by blogging. This week is the beginning. Three more to go. Hopefully by the end of this I’ll have reached a goal or be closer.