90.8% of Americans who make resolutions fail.
Wait, what? That is a huge rate of failure. I've had some great resolutions and some bad ones over the 30-something years of my life. I've found that when I resolve to learn something vs. a resolution I have a higher success rate. However, this year the odds are against me as I make yet another weight-loss resolution. Game changer, this year, I am giving myself permission to fail.
Seventeen days into this year and the scale has increased by 1 pound. That makes me 3 whole pounds heavier than my Fitbit currently thinks I weigh. Somewhere between Halloween and Thanksgiving, I found those extra 2 pounds and now they have morphed into 3 pounds. It is often said that people gain 5-7 pounds during the holidays. Well after some digging apparently that number is exaggerated, really we only gain a little less than a pound during the holidays. So, in a brief moment I felt better about being under the average, but now I am an overachiever. Go figure.
It starts today, and I am somewhat excited, awfully nervous, but most of all I am ready. I joined a fitness challenge in my neighborhood. I need this challenge. I want this challenge. Summer is a beast called eating out, vacations spent sitting sedentary while road tripping and my schedule turned upside down. What better way to get back into the swing of fitness and those jeans I want to wear this fall than a fitness challenge.
I take photos today. They are my before shots and that is what is really making me nervous. Exposure, vulnerability, embracing a body that isn't exactly matching how I feel in my head. My body is misshapen by pregnancies, soft and flabby from times I chose a sweet treat instead of a sweaty run, and most of all it lacks the energy I want to have by the weight of some extra pounds I've picked up along the way. Some of my fellow challengers have called it a wake-up call, and I hear the phone ringing loudly.
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