12 - Week Transformation: WEEK #3

Is food your drug of choice?  On many occasions, it is mine!

Week number three ended with a resounding thud!  My weigh-in was bittersweet -- I learned that I had actually lost two pounds last week (instead of one), but I gained one pound back and went up one percent in my body fat.  I had worked out on four days, which included aerobics class and personal training.  I am not a slacker and I always work really hard when I am in the gym.

Remember my drug of choice, food?  Food, not my work schedule, derailed me this time around.  As a counselor to victims/survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault, my job can be stressful at times.  When I need comfort at the end of a particularly long or stressful week, I often turn to food.  By Thursday evening I was too tired to fix a separate healthy meal for myself and ate what the rest of my family was having.  I am ashamed to say that on Friday, both my breakfast and lunch were fast food meals.  Unhealthy, yes; but it sure made me feel good at the time!

Problem is, it also led to my gaining weight back.  Why does one pound mean so much to me?  Between July and November 2007 I shed 30 pounds, countless inches and three clothing sizes. It took a lot of hard work to achieve that.  I feel like I am struggling to lose the last 15 pounds to reach my goal, and I was disgusted with myself for not being able to resist the food I knew was not good for me.  Old habits die hard.

Looking for week four to be better -- I spent 90 minutes on cardio yesterday.  I wonder is that the solution?  Time will tell.  Until next week.