Confessions of a Girl who has Learned her Lesson

I am a big believer in making mistakes. Why? Well, how else do you plan on learning?! Some things you just can’t read in a book. For me, the most efficient way to learn – and I’ll be blunt – is to f*ck it up the first time.

This weekend has taught me leaps and bounds just from the mistakes I’ve made. Other than the obvious, “don’t eat everything you see,” of course. I have learned that when I fail and make mistakes, I get motivated to do even better than before. It’s like when a drug addict has to hit rock bottom before they can heal. You get worse before you get better.

For me – it took eating an entire pizza for me to realize that I am doing something wrong.

These last few weeks have been completely motivation-less (thus explaining the lack of posting – I’m sorry! I have had some people mention it to me, and I will try to stay on top of it, promise!). I woke up on Saturday, knowing I was going to weigh in, and I was laying in bed assessing how my journey to the scale may go. I’m usually a good predictor (although, not as much lately apparently). All week, I thought I’d be up, for sure. But that morning, I swore I’d lose. I thought I’d be down at LEAST the 0.3 pounds I needed to hit my 65 mark (I know; 0.3 of a pound seems menial – trust me, I’m aware.) So when I stood on the scale and was EXACTLY the same as last week, I was upset. Which I realize in hindsight was stupid of me, but sometimes you can’t control your emotions. 

So what did I do? Instead of saying to myself, “Okay, lets turn this around!”… I ate. I ate Tim Horton’s breakfast. Then I ate an entire small pizza.

Then I lied on my couch feeling absolutely disgusting. And I tracked that pizza – 36 WW points. That is INSANE. Especially considering I get 30 in a day, and that was just at 2 PM. So I was motivated – to change and to do something about this. So I sat there and pre-tracked all of my activity for the week. And pre-tracked my meals as best as I could. And added in more activity than normal.

And THEN – dragged Adam (boyfriend) out for a walk (longer and quicker than he anticipated… sorry!)

Lesson learned and motivation regained, all from eating a pizza.

Now don’t get me wrong – I’m not telling you that if you’ve lost motivation, EAT FOOD! I’m just saying, sometimes it takes a real big f*ck up to learn your lesson.

Today is a new week, a new day.