The Biggest Loser is inspirational, a little unrealistic, but inspirational nonetheless. Watching this show, I’m reminded, for the umpteenth time, as to why I haven’t completely given up on Weight Watchers. I may have been moving a snail’s pace, but I haven’t given up 100%.
Watching these people stand up on national television and bear it all to help inspire others is pretty amazing. And yet, here I sit, enjoying a chocolate cupcake.
Yep. A chocolate cupcake with vanilla buttercream frosting and fall colored jimmies. It was good.I probably should have been doing squats or lunges.
Sometimes, I think I need Jillian or Bob to yell at me to keep my fat butt in motion. But then I realize, that they can yell at me all they want. If I don’t fix what is broken, it won’t matter one bit. The broken parts will always be broken. It’s hard work. Having done some form of this hard work my whole life (since I was 8), I get tired of it. It’s what’s wrong right now. I’m tired of having to weigh and measure every single bite. I’m tired of having to write everything down. I’m tired of having to wake up thinking about it. It wears you down. Even if I get to a point where I’m at a healthy weight, I will still have to track, weigh, measure. Constant vigilance.
It’s sometimes discouraging. But, then I think about being six feet under and not being able to see the Daughter hit some of life’s major milestones…that’s even more discouraging.
It’s a constant struggle. I know that I cannot give up, but on the other hand, I have never been able to fully imagine myself at the finish line. Either way, I’m not giving up. Time to pony up and put the cupcake down.