So here I am again, about 6 months after starting my first diet bet, and 5 pounds heavier than my initial starting weight.
During my first game in July, I was one pound away from meeting my goal when I got a concussion. What should have had me out of commission for a week or two ended up lasting up until this moment right now, almost 6 months later. I've worked out seriously maybe a dozen times since then, with no real excuse as to why.
I wrote a post during my last game about why I was trying to kick my own ass out of this weird, apathetic haze I had been in. My metabolism had slowed down, sure, but so had my motivation to keep my body moving, to fuel it with things that would make it run better.
After watching the scale continue to creep up daily over the last month and seeing my weight set collecting dust in the corner, I decided it was time to start again.
I don't know why I need money to motivate me. Hiking, yoga, and cooking are some of my great loves and yet I can't use them enough to lose the weight and make the progress I need to feel good again.
I'm going into this feeling pretty low, but I really believe I can make myself proud this time. My blog posts definitely have a tendency to be whiny and self-deprecating, but I promise as I make progress they will get happier and hopefully end in a 4% weight loss.
*insert strong arm emoji here* :)