Last night I read back through my archives cos I was really bored and I realised something – I’ve only lost 10 kgs since this time last year. To make it worse, I’m the same weight I was in May. Since then, I’ve gone down and up and back down and back up.
I’ve been complacent, that’s the truth of it. I no longer have the eye of the tiger. Instead I have the eye of the takeaway. I feel like I should be achieving, that I should have solid concrete goals that I’m crossing off my list. I’ve still got weight I want to loss, so why aren’t I doing it?
Maybe weight loss in itself isn’t enough to motivate me any more. The joy of seeing a decreasing number on the scales doesn’t do it for me like it used to. I think maybe I need to reassess where I want to be and what I want to do. I have some namby-pamby running goals and I’ve been doing weights and stuff but maybe I need to get more serious about that side of things.