Total loss: 92.2 lbs.
Emotion: Same old same old
For the first time in my forty-something week journey, I weigh the exact same this week as I did last week. What a kiss-your-sister feeling, and I don’t mean that in the sexy sister-kissing way you’re probably thinking.
Except I guess it’s a sensation I need to learn to love (the staying-the-same weight, not the sister-kissing… try to stay with me here!). If I’m going to maintain this ginormous weight loss, I suppose I’m going to have to embrace the idea of unexciting weigh-ins, start getting pumped about trifling gains and nano-losses.
I have always been extraordinarily passionate about losing this weight. It kept me gunning the engines furiously, made me want to jump up out of bed and attack each day with an XXL-sized cup of gusto.
Maintenance? If losing weight is like the thrill of bouncing a mountain bike down a bumpy trail, maintaining is like riding on the little couch on the merry-go-round. It’s about as much fun as a lecture on ontological empiricism.
Which is not to say that this maintenance business is easy or without peril. As a matter of fact, the middle of this past week, I somehow found myself guzzling beer on Beale Street before (and during) a college basketball game.
- Inside my head after one beer: “This lite beer isn’t half bad.”
- Inside my head after three beers: “This non-lite beer is more than twice as good as the lite stuff.”
- Inside my head after five beers: “Technically, French fries are a vegetable, I suppose.”
- Inside my head after eight beers: “Oh, what the hell…”
I guess the important thing to understand is that on this marathon we’re running, stumbling doesn’t have to lead to stopping, setbacks don’t have to turn into roadblocks. You can pick yourself up and push on, maybe even a little harder, a little more intensely. We may not have an "undo" button, but it's certainly within our power to minimize the damage. It might even be good for you in the long run... and the long run is what this deal is all about, after all.
So... no gain on a week like this? I'll drink to that!