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.
Last year, I lost 10 pounds. Even though I knew I was walking into January with 2 extra pounds, I was excited to see a larger impact towards my overall goals. This journey is rough if it the first 10 pounds lost or the last 10 to make it to your goal. I am in the home stretch, or at least I keep telling myself that. Again. according to my Fitbit, I've got 17.6 pounds to go. (Plus, an additional 3 pounds.)
Enter stage right, Lauren. We've been friends since last summer and she lives within walking distance, but I'd rather drive to her place. She has watched Lucy, our cat, we've done Fitbit challenges together, attended neighborhood parties, and even gone to a Ladies Holiday Luncheon kind of event, held in the evening. (By using the word "Luncheon" does that make me old or am I embracing my tumble towards middle age?!)
Lauren is a boot camp beast. I've been watching her check-ins on social media since we met. Slightly jealous, but never so much to leave my warm bed, I've erratically pressed the like button and kept scrolling.
She has been recently going with one of my other friends in the neighborhood. Alison is my soul sister, the moment we met it was like finding the sister I never had. We don't spend nearly enough time together, but when we do it is always a party. So, after watching again from the warmth of my bed on social media, I decided to toss my ring in the hat for one of the free codes for January's boot camp Alison had to give. Well, turns out she had already given her's away and Lauren swooped in and sent me the code.
I waited. I procrastinated. I feared my decision to be radical and get up well before the sun to workout and be done still before the sun even starting thinking about rising was insanity. What have I done? Is this one of those crazy mid-life crisis things people talk about? I'm not old enough for that, yet. But honestly, who in their right mind bounces out of bed to workout for an HOUR at that time of day? Oh, and did I mention if it is above freezing OUTSIDE?!
Then it came. That text from Lauren telling me that boot camp starts Monday! "You in?" One part peer pressure, one part I need a change, two parts my competitive nature shining brightly as the sun that will not be up at 5 am.
The rest is history.
I'm two weeks into this year's workout and weight loss journey. I've committed to 12 months and Too Tall has come beside me and committed to the same regimen. I get to laugh, sweat and improve my physical wellbeing with a few good friends, my husband, and hopefully a few new friends, too.
Follow along on Instagram for my photographic evidence and comment on my Facebook when you see me slacking. Tell me what your New Year's Resolution is, or what you've resolved to do in 2018. Maybe, just maybe with a little effort, I will reach my goal of 25% body fat or wear my favorite pair of pre-pregnancy jeans. I will definitely let you know which happens first.
Oh, and I have permission to fail. Fail gloriously, then pick myself up, dust myself off and try, try again. Here we go!
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