We all fall off the wagon. The question is, what do you do about it?
I have definitely fallen off the wagon with my weight and exercise goals over the past 10 days. In fact, I gained 5.5 kg in just five days! That is outrageous. Worse still, it is above my accepted threshold.
What am I doing about it?
Well, for one I am not going to kill myself. I know why it is happening. A series of meals and events with my nearest and dearest and our friends that are in part celebration of the lifting of the past years restrictions on social gatherings. The other reason is that enjoying a good meal is one of the great pleasures of life, and by good meal, I usually mean the company we keep while eating.
Indeed, that is the most important part of the world of food for me: companionship, good conversation, friendship. Most of the time my life does not offer up the chances for this kind of interaction, so when it comes along, I take it.
To deal with it I realise I just need to exercise more…to burn it off. So that is what I am doing. I have started upping my distances, my pace, and the nature of exercise—more time on the rowing machine, more total time working out, further distances, faster distances. And it is paying off. First, I set a personal best today in terms of time/distance on a run. I love that as I have run, not only my times have become faster, but the distance over which I can sustain it has increased. Second, in just three days since I reacted to my ballooning weight with alarm, I have already lost half of what I have gained.
The lesson for me? Getting religious or freaking out about falling off the wagon doesn’t help. What does help is doing something about it. Own your body; own your life.