Begin Again: Not What I Expected

by Willie on April 17, 2017

in BEDA, Begin Again, Daily, Food, Running, Strength Training, Weight Loss

April 6, 2017 – April 12, 2017

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Oh man! This week was great and then not so great.

I’ll explain.

Thursday was start of a new week for me. I went into the week setting up a goal that would have me losing 7 pounds by the end of April. I was aiming to lose 2-3 lbs this week to keep myself on schedule.

I was being super strict with my food. Water intake was still lacking. It’s a process. I even got 5 out of my 6 days of workouts in.

It was a great week.

I ran a 5K with Baby G on Saturday and Angela ran a half marathon. It felt good to run again but was tough because the actual road was a rocky and gravel one and I was pushing a jogging stroller.

That stroller is not light but it will help you to run faster. I became comfortable with handling it after a few minutes.

I had fun running with Baby G even though she fell asleep 2 minutes in.

Sunday was a pretty chill day and we spent most of the time meal prepping and cleaning up the house.

Lately, my sleep has been off. I usually put Baby G down for bed around 9 pm but I’ve been staying up until 11 pm rather than my normal 10 pm schedule.

Not sure what that’s about.

Stress has been fairly low versus last week. I can’t complain.

I weighed in on Wednesday. I was already nervous about it. I think I need to weigh in on Wednesday mornings because I get anxious when I have to wait until the afternoon after work.

I stepped on the scale and lost .4 pounds.

.4 pounds?!?

I was really upset. I was shooting for at least 2 lbs. I thought I may have lost more since I’ve been fairly consistent with dropping just around 2 lbs a week.

I wasn’t happy with .4 lbs.

Internally, I was shouting expletives. I just couldn’t believe that I had only lost .4 lbs.

I know what you’re thinking. “But Willie, it’s a loss. And a loss is better than a gain.”

I totally 100% agree with you and I was happy with not gaining. I just wanted more.

I had a goal in mind and in the moment, I was afraid that I wouldn’t reach it. The mindset affected my strength training workout which lead to a sub par session. I just wasn’t focused and I was still upset.

I went home to see Baby G and Angela and then .4 lbs didn’t matter anymore. It was a small blip that wasn’t that big of a deal.

Progress over Perfection.

As long as the scale is moving in the right direction, then I’m doing something right.

It’s OK to be upset about things not going the way you expected. You just have to remember that tomorrow is a new day and I know I will hit that 30 lbs lost goal.

It may happen at the end of April. It may not. As long as I progress, then nothing else matters.

How do you deal with defeat?

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