We're doing great. We've lost weight. Look awesome. Ran our first 5k. Completed a marathon. Or an Ironman.
And then, perhaps complacency sets in...
We aren't quite as careful... the exercise drops off, the good eating habits slip. And there's a bit of denial... I still look good, my clothes still fit, I've only gained two pounds. Four pounds. Then ten pounds.
But the reality is, often we relapse from the good habits we've adopted.
That's a position I find myself in. After Ironman, my exercise has decreased dramatically, as it should -- 20 hours of exercise per week is way too much. I'm still working out six or seven days a week, but the intensity of those workouts has decreased, or they're shorter. I walk/run with the dogs and call that cardiovascular exercise, when that is nothing compared to what I used to do.
And I'll have to admit, my eating habits haven't adapted entirely to that change. And here I am, seven pounds heavier than when I finished Ironman Lake Placid.
It's time to get back on the wagon..
I'm writing down everything that I eat. I'm being more mindful of my portions. And, I'm making sure that I get an hour of cardiovascular exercise every day.
I will do better. We all can. Tomorrow is a new day, and going forward, I will get back to where I was.