I have also been using various outlets to express what's in the old noggin and I definitely feel like quite the load has been taken off.
So, what brings us here today? Frustration, stagnation all in a bid to have a dream bod. I remember a time, not too long ago when the whole weight debacle was not a debacle. Given, I was a lot younger, a university student, a part time front office assistant, reveller, soon-to-be entrepreneur, wanna-be content creator, needless to say, the adjective active to describe me at the time would have been an understatement. As a side, at this point in my life I could squeeze in a series binge, sometimes even a movie knowing full well I had a jam packed day ahead of me.
Fast forward a few months later, an entire shift has been experienced. Of course a lot has slowed down within the past few months especially in the midst of a pandemic, however, this year, there's something amiss. The word 'fat' has always seemed like an insult to me, but with the weight just piling and staying on I really can't think of a more politically correct term.
I have managed to stay out of my self-proclaimed danger zone, there has been no shortcut around this, none at all. My weapon of choice has been cardio, jump rope specifically. Thirty days of consistency though the scale told one story and my physique another I couldn't help but feel just a little bit down, maybe even, defeated when the numbers on the scale didn't budge. It not only felt like a bad joke, I felt like a laughing stock.
I am constantly reminded of this 'shift' with the fit of my clothes,there's no escaping this.
Thoughts of what I could possibly be doing wrong are more frequent in my mind although that little voice keeps me going. The one that has talked me out of bed to get that early morning workout in, the one has talked me through that last set, the one that keeps charging me away from the weighing scale and urges me to pay no mind to snide comments from people who despite me not engaging feel the need to sound off on my weight.
From the inside looking in, I need to steer clear of the numbers game when it comes to weight loss. A cheeky chocolate chip cookie, pack of salted crisps, cake can and should be enjoyed (of course in moderation). Consistency over the past thirty days has borne results what is another thirty or sixty or ninety? The slump is here with me, low metabolic rate in all its glory. It is my, I hate to say it, new normal. I take a lot of pride in my image and I am not at all going to shy away from working towards that I am at a high if I can help it.
