Here I am 26 days into my adventure and, despite the fact that my alcohol calorie intake has been nil, I have not lost a single pound.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit to the fact that assumed weight loss played into my decision not to drink for a year. I've had a long and varied history of weight loss and regain, but with this last regain following an injury in early 2012, I haven't bounced back. Or rather, I haven't yo-ed back down the scale. I am at exactly the same weight today as I was on January 1 of 2013. I know that because at the beginning of last year I bought myself a calendar and, assuming a weight loss of a pound a week, charted out where I would be today. But after 365 days of up and down, then a little more down, I was sidelined once again and ended the year right where I started.
The body wants what it is used to, and since I haven't been giving it sugar in the form of wine it wanted chocolate. And pasta. And bread. I have been lenient with myself up until now but I do believe it is time to reign that in.
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