This past week I faltered. I got lazy and gained back 2 pounds. I know it’s not a lot, but I have no reason. Just a myriad of excuses that leave me heavier than I was before. And that’s all it was…excuses.


Let me preface this post by saying that I am fully aware that it’s not entirely about what the scale says, but 2 pounds gained is still 2 pounds gained. And this event has required me to ask myself some questions.

First off, “What did I do that was different than the weeks before”?

I have not deviated from the plan that I set out to follow, cutting out all forms of sugar (grains, gluten, dairy, and fructose) and beginning to work out again. I didn’t cheat, but I could have been more diligent in eating more frequently, and I could have had more greens in my diet. I did not, however, work out pretty much at all, I didn’t see my chiropractor, and I didn’t really amp my mind up above “I’m tired”. I illicited a vast array of excuses as to why I couldn’t (or shouldn’t) work out, but at the end of the day, I was just being lazy. I was making excuses.

You know what I realized? I am a chronic excuse maker. I could get a gold medal in excuse making. I pretty much play Deal or No Deal with myself.

Yet, I always lose in the end.

I let only myself down.

So why does this happen? I’m not totally sure, to be honest with you. I only know that I do this, and I do it fully aware that I am doing it.

So how do I stop doing this? I don’t know. The only thing I can think is that now that I’m aware of the fact that I’m doing it, I need to be stronger. I need to recognize that I have the power to say “no” and to stop compromising with my life. After all, I’m fully aware in the moment that I’m making those excuses. I’m compromising, settling, for this current situation because I what, don’t want to do a few crunches or cardio? Lame.

I tell you all this to let you know that I will be working this week (and in the weeks to come) to not be lazy. I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to make excuses and blame others for faults that can only be attributed to me. And what’s great is that once I start to implement this new mantra, I believe it will begin to spill over into other areas of my life. It will show me that I can not be lazy in relationships, in parenting, even in blogging. Areas where I compromise or make those same excuses. Areas where I am lazy, too.

I want to be 1 step ahead…not 3 steps behind. 

Where do you compromise?

When is it the easiest to make excuses?

What are the areas in your life that could use a swift kick in the tail to get yourself moving forward?

I know that we all have at least one, if not a handful of areas we could make more of an effort in. So the first step is to not to be lazy in figuring out what those things or when those times are. Once you get the ball rolling, you will be on the path towards pushing yourself towards a life that could be filled with adventure, or with new-found passions, or with a fresh attitude! I definitely need all those things! So here’s the challenge to find yours!

  • Karen

    I join you in this. I’m the Master Queen who, when having lost some poundage, thinks “yay, I can eat what I want for a while” and eats everything that exists in my kitchen, pushing aside a truth that my effort is not a diet to be followed but a lifestyle to be changed. Being lazy and undisciplined in my mind and actions is always a challenge when the task seems like it will take forever. I mean, who in America truly wants to work hard and have to be patient versus having it all right now? It sounds like two pounds gained is worth the awesome lessons and revelations taking place and lived out. You’re doing great!
    I like the saying I saw today: “I’ve decided I’ll never get down to my original weight. I’m okay with that. After all, 6lbs, 3 oz. is just not realistic.”

    September 8th, 2014 10:25
  • Jessica Gast

    I recall being a kid and doing 10 cartwheels at any moment. I remember thinking, “Woah, I really surprised my body with that!” Now I often wonder, when did my body get control of what my mind decided? I’d probably reconsider sporadic cartwheels now, or at least consult my body. Somewhere along the line, I switched from my mind being in control of what my body did to babying my body. It’s like giving in to a whiny child. I know better. My body needs me to know better, and practice self discipline. Left to make it’s own mindless decisions, it always prefers sugar, less activity and to bargain with my brain. I really need my brain to tell my body what’s up, full time. However, being interested in health uses a lot of brain power. After the normal workload of everyday stress, I feel like I actually take mental breaks by letting my body decide. The fact that I can say all this and still struggle is even more tiring. Somehow I need to flip the switch that interprets taking care of my body by being lazy to mindfully taking care of myself. Once that’s underway, I think I’ll be saying yes to a lot more opportunities!

    September 8th, 2014 13:21
  • Lisa

    I know your pain sweet friend. Every day I come home from work and if I open the frig or cupboard once, I open them 15 times; praying each time, “God don’t let me eat anything.”
    I have lost 70 pounds to gain 15 and now they are coming back off. I have just caught up with your blogs and every single one tugs at my heart.
    We make the choices so therefore we have to take the consequences of our actions. Sometimes that pizza or tortilla chips and cheese sauce just fills an empty hole in our heart. It’s ok to eat, we just have to remember that we choose to eat those calories, we have to work those wonderful, tasty things off. That’s when I have a hard time dealing with myself. But that’s the thing….choices that we make are our choices and we must live by those consequences, just like a child learning what he can or can’t do. eating right and loving when the old clothes are too big and it’s time for new smaller clothes was such a wonderful feeling and it’s so easy to forget those great feelings when everyday problems creep into our lives.
    I printed off cute clothes (from my Pinterest of course) and put them on my fridge. I also put a picture of me at 240 pounds on my fridge. (Did I just put that number out there for everyone to see?) Those two things help me make better (not all the time) decisions but they do help. Praying for you!!!!

    September 13th, 2014 5:56

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