I just checked Fatbet to see if I had time to lose any more weight. Turns out the challenge ended three weeks ago.
It’s a bit late, I know, but congratulations to all of the participants. It was a long winter’s fight for sure. Whether we posted only once or twice, persisted through a hundred ups and downs or dropped weight like a stone, we all toed the line. And for that we can be proud.
I am curious, though. What was the relationship between rate of weight loss and number of workouts per week? Did those zigs and zags on some charts reflect irregular workout schedules, nutritional stumbles or both? And what about those who stopped posting? Did they stop losing?
I did. And after much reflection, I decided I stopped losing because February sucked.
Wait, that’s not right. I stopped losing because JANUARY sucked. I started gaining because not only did February totally suck, it brought with it aisles and aisles of little foil-covered chocolate hearts. And which I felt absolutely awful for eating. Until I read one of the promises. “Remind yourself that it’s okay not to be perfect.” Awww. It understands. No dieter is perfect. Another said, “Curl up and take a cat nap!” Who knew confectionery could be so wise? The third read, “It’s OK to not do it at all.”
“It’s OK to not do it at all.” Wait. I don’t have to ride in minus 20 degree windchill? “Nope.“ Swim at Zero dark frikkin early?
“Uh-uh.“ Get a couple of miles in on a treadmill?
“Nope. Not at all!” And it’s OK? “Yep. It’s OK!” Oh I loved these chocolates!! A couple of weeks after that bag was emptied and gone, I found a red foil wrapper tucked in the pocket of my jeans. Smoothing it out on the top of the washer, I read it once again. “It’s OK not to do it all.” Wait. What? “It’s OK not to do it all.” Did it just say –
“It’s OK not to do IT ALL.“
Anyone up for another Fatbet?