It's been a solid month of low carb and I should be back into the 140s by now. Obviously I'm not. Not even close. It seems I fail at every diet/eating plan I attempt: Whole30, paleo, low carb, low fat. Doesn't matter what it is, I fail. I'm not strong enough to be perfect and my body clearly punishes me if I'm not perfect. Since I'm heading into a week long road trip where all meals will be eaten out, I'm pretty much giving up on this. Even the past week where I've traveled a bunch I've made what I thought were better choices - leaving out the breads, choosing salads or a side of vegetables over fries, passing on beer - it hasn't worked. I still have a tortilla chip here and there. I piece of dark chocolate. I'm still up because I can't just eat boring meat and salads with no other vegetables besides lettuce. After some good dips down, I'm almost back to where I started, which makes it very difficult to stay motivated.
I know I'm not eating perfectly and it pisses me off that I don't have the willpower. I haven't been working out hard enough. Excuses would be that I'm really tired and have no mental or physical energy. I'm going to be traveling and don't know where I'll run. I was planning to do a long run tomorrow while my dad is having surgery in downtown Chicago, but now that the weather is predicting storms all fucking day, I'll be spending 6 to 8 hours sitting on my fat ass instead of running along the lake in one of my favorite places to run on the planet. I probably won't even bother to pack running clothes now. Maybe I just need to learn to be happy being fat because that's obviously what my body wants at this point.
Yes, I'm whining. I'm pissed at myself that I can't make this work. Whatever the fuck "this" is. The good news? If there is anyone who still reads this blog, you won't have to listen to me bitch for another couple of weeks because I also don't have the energy to post anymore. Maybe I'll be back after vacation or maybe I won't.