Aug 12, 2012 Weight Loss
So tomorrow will be my final weigh-in for my third Diet Bet. I’m not even going to bother. I was more than two pounds away from my goal as of yesterday, and I just got back from an evening out with my husband, including a fat dinner that is sitting in my stomach like a rock.
On the surface, it appears that I lost the Diet Bet, and $50. I was supposed to lose 7.5 pounds and only lost 5.
It’s summer, when I usually try to stay inside in the air conditioning as much as possible. My kids are gone at sleepaway camp, and consequently my husband and I went out to eat more in the past month than we have in the past five years combined. I went on three four-day trips in four weeks, spending almost as much time traveling as I spent at home. I should have gained weight. Any other summer, I would have.
But this time, I paid attention, instead of just slipping into indulgent habits. Any day when I was going to go out to dinner, I ate sparingly so that I could let loose at the restaurant and enjoy myself. I biked to a pool in Greenpoint and swam laps (averaging 3/4 of a mile) 3-4 times a week. I walked a lot. I ate a lot of veggies and drank a lot of water.
Each one of the pounds that I lost cost me $10, but it was totally worth it. And I’ll be heading into the fall with momentum, instead of regret.
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