Status: Unchanged
I've been preoccupied by a project I'm working on and haven't been posting but I thought I would take the opportunity today to update you on how I've been doing on a few goals I set for myself. You know the whole accountability thing.
First I was hoping that I would be able to meet in the middle with my husband. He was hoping to put on a few pounds and I was hoping to shed a few. So far that had failed... epically. Even though he added an extra 900 calories to his day he was still unable to increase his weight very much. Maybe a little bit but with the somewhat physical nature of his work does not allow for him to keep it on very long. It also seems I chose a pretty terrible month to attempt that particular project. April and May are pretty much my worst (outside of Christmas) time for watching my weight. In April there are family functions, a few of them, and those mean food, and lots of it. Easter, both kids birthdays, my birthday, a mini vacation, a stag and doe as well as mothers day meant a lot of indulgent food. So did I loose 15 lbs to "meet in the middle" with my husband? Did he gain 15 to "meet in the middle" with me? No, on both counts. Thankfully I didn't put on weight though. I managed to maintain a steady number. This is the weight my body likes. It is stubbornly apposed to moving from this number no matter what I try. Now I'm to the point where I really want to work at it just to see if it's even possible. So far, the more I do just puts on muscle and I stay the same weight. I know there could be worse things but still frustrating none the less. Now that things are settling down and I am becoming mindful of swimsuit season and an upcoming wedding I will give it another attempt. We'll see if I can finally break the high school weight barrier. I have quite given up on my husband putting on weight though. Sometimes I want to punch him for being able to eat anything, and I mean anything, and not put on an ounce but it seems he has passed that genetic trait on to our daughter so I will abstain out of gratitude for that.
There was also the issue of a habit I was hoping to break. I bight the sides of my finger nails. It can get to a quite painful point but it is a nervous habit that I have had for as long as I can remember. So my progress on that front.... also a failure. I was doing decently while I was focusing more on wearing nail polish but it only deters me a little and only when it's a colour where chips show easily. It bothers me when the polish doesn't match what I'm wearing so I sort of slowly gave up on painting my nails. I know that it might seems strange that chips and non matching polish would bother me more than the very visible chew marks around my fingers. It seems strange to me too and it should bother me more but somehow it doesn't stop me. I have heard that it takes approximately 90 days to really break a habit so maybe I need to give this another serious go and suck it up about the polish for a while. Maybe I'll give it another go and break out the polish tonight.
So there you go, I suppose the accountability wasn't enough pressure on me but I haven't totally given up yet and at least it hasn't gotten worse.
First I was hoping that I would be able to meet in the middle with my husband. He was hoping to put on a few pounds and I was hoping to shed a few. So far that had failed... epically. Even though he added an extra 900 calories to his day he was still unable to increase his weight very much. Maybe a little bit but with the somewhat physical nature of his work does not allow for him to keep it on very long. It also seems I chose a pretty terrible month to attempt that particular project. April and May are pretty much my worst (outside of Christmas) time for watching my weight. In April there are family functions, a few of them, and those mean food, and lots of it. Easter, both kids birthdays, my birthday, a mini vacation, a stag and doe as well as mothers day meant a lot of indulgent food. So did I loose 15 lbs to "meet in the middle" with my husband? Did he gain 15 to "meet in the middle" with me? No, on both counts. Thankfully I didn't put on weight though. I managed to maintain a steady number. This is the weight my body likes. It is stubbornly apposed to moving from this number no matter what I try. Now I'm to the point where I really want to work at it just to see if it's even possible. So far, the more I do just puts on muscle and I stay the same weight. I know there could be worse things but still frustrating none the less. Now that things are settling down and I am becoming mindful of swimsuit season and an upcoming wedding I will give it another attempt. We'll see if I can finally break the high school weight barrier. I have quite given up on my husband putting on weight though. Sometimes I want to punch him for being able to eat anything, and I mean anything, and not put on an ounce but it seems he has passed that genetic trait on to our daughter so I will abstain out of gratitude for that.
There was also the issue of a habit I was hoping to break. I bight the sides of my finger nails. It can get to a quite painful point but it is a nervous habit that I have had for as long as I can remember. So my progress on that front.... also a failure. I was doing decently while I was focusing more on wearing nail polish but it only deters me a little and only when it's a colour where chips show easily. It bothers me when the polish doesn't match what I'm wearing so I sort of slowly gave up on painting my nails. I know that it might seems strange that chips and non matching polish would bother me more than the very visible chew marks around my fingers. It seems strange to me too and it should bother me more but somehow it doesn't stop me. I have heard that it takes approximately 90 days to really break a habit so maybe I need to give this another serious go and suck it up about the polish for a while. Maybe I'll give it another go and break out the polish tonight.
So there you go, I suppose the accountability wasn't enough pressure on me but I haven't totally given up yet and at least it hasn't gotten worse.
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