After a few additional days of sulking, I am back on the wagon. I hit my 10,000 steps, ate within my guidelines, took my multi-vitamins, prepped meals for the rest of the week and... well, that's about it. But, really, save the 42 ounces of water I need to chug in the next seven minutes before bed, those were pretty much all the goals I envisioned for the day. There are other "things" - daily meditation and seven hours of sleep - that I want to work back in eventually, but Rome wasn't built in a day and neither was a Tiny Tummy.
Okay, the Tiny Tummy was - for all intents and purposes - built in one day, but let's not let facts get in the way of some good hyperbole.
Even though I'm back on the wagon, the "funk" that has clouded a good part of June has not completely lifted. I'm not hitting any major milestones lately and it's bumming me out. At first there was the excitement of losing a pound every time I took a breath... then my blood sugar regulated... then I got rid of about 50% of my closet because the clothes didn't fit anymore... then my pictures started looking different because of the weight loss. And then, for the past three weeks, nothing much of anything has changed.
I don't do well with status quo. Status quo is boring. Status quo in no way excites or motivates me.
I have decided I need new goals that are in no way related to my weight. The scale is a fickle bitch and not always indicative of the many changes I am making. And, truthfully, the pounds were never supposed to be the measurement of success. The surgeon and I have never even discussed a goal weight, though I technically know what all the medical charts say I am "supposed" to weigh.
When I was asked in my pre-surgery psychological evaluation what my goals were I answered "to be able to (1) cross my legs and (2) hold myself in downward dog without crashing on my face," and I meant it. I'm still a little ways away from both, so I have to have something in the interim.
For this week my goals will strictly be to be healthy - to reach 10,000 steps daily, to eat within my guidelines, to drink 64 ounces of water a day, to take multivitamins twice a day and to shun the scale like a judgmental, angry sister-in-law (which I may or may not have some actual experience with) until at least next Sunday. If I meditate two or three times, it will be a bonus. If I meditate two or three times, blog two or three times and get some sleep, it will be a coup.