Coming to terms with a plateau.
Have the headache from hell today, and … while I’m still losing weight, it’s slowed to a creep (that’s because I’m losing it properly. at current pace, I’d still lose 2.8 lbs every 14 days, which is 1.4 lbs a week… but when you go from losing 2-3 lbs a week to this… well, this is week 12. Between work and commute, I just don’t have much time for exercise, even though I do my best in the evenings. Yeah, I’m discouraged. I’m mentally beating myself up, which isn’t a good thing, but…it’s the way things are at the moment.
I’ve reached a plateau — next week is the 13th week. Supposedly, I should shake off the plan, shake off the FitBit, and everything — it’s the “jumble week” that allows you to start fresh the week after so that you can rotate through the plan 4 times a year. I’m not going to do it next week though. I’ll do it the week after, when I’m off from work on holiday. I won’t be where I wish to be, location wise, but that time is coming. Helen Steiner Rice wrote a poem I keep beside my desk, because it gives me inspiration:
“If I can endure for this minute
whatever is happening to me
No matter how heavy my heart is
or how dark the moment might be…
If I can but keep on believing
what I know in my heart to be true,
That darkness will fade with the morning
and that this will pass away, too —
then nothing can ever disturb me
or fill me with uncertain fear,
For as sure as night brings the dawning,
my morning is bound to appear.”
