This was the year I ate the best meals of my life in some of the best restaurants in the country. But let's be honest... the heart of the matter is, this was the year I gained ten pounds. Ten. I lost and gained and lost and gained however at my heaviest (which I hit more than once) I weighed ten more than I did back in January. It hit me the hardest when I saw photos taken in early December. My face was big. I could hid the tummy and cover up the thighs but there's no hiding it when I gain weight in my face. And that did not make me happy.
The ironic thing is that this is the first full year in a long time that I've had a gym membership, along with a personal trainer. I tried going vegetarian. I tried a handful of diets, including a three month regimen that my trainer put me on. Not once did my good friend, Ruffles potato chips, and old chum, french onion dip, enter my apartment. Fail. I can easily chalk it up to all of that traveling - eating bad on the road and trying new restaurants and not bothering to buy groceries when I'm home.
But really what it comes down to is laziness. I know how to lose weight. I go to the gym, go for a run, burn calories, up my metabolism. That's what works for me and I know it. I just didn't do it.
I want to say "YES 2012 is going to be the year I kick my own ass and get to the gym every day and eat only healthy food and get back to a lower weight because I can do anything I put my mind to! It's going to be awesome!" Right. That's not my reality. My reality is to set goals that I can realistically achieve, push myself to have better willpower, and find a workout routine that works with my routine. Next year at this time if I can say "this was the year I lost those ten pounds" then I will be pretty proud of myself.
