Leap Day, you reeeeeeeally had to prolong this cruel month? Well, thanks a fuck-ton.
Silver lining: at least all the mess will live within the confines of the same month and not spill over into March. My work drama is, for all intents and purposes, resolved as of today. (Phew!)
Tarnished edge around the silver lining: that’s one more day of making all my steps that I was calendar strong-armed into. Maybe I’ll keep the streak alive just to break my own VivoFit PBR.
It looked like I wasn’t going to hit my 4% goal in the kickstarter Diet Bet I did this month. I was dropping a piddly average per week in the first 3 weeks of February, thanks in part to my lackadaisical performance in the gym all month, and thanks in part to the stupid, stupid stress I’ve been putting up with. My food choices were still almost entirely clean, it was just the sustained level of nerves messing with my peace of mind, which showed up in hits to my sleeping and to my hormonal balance.
Then somehow, mercifully, the scale coughed up 4.2 pounds last week. That’s my best week’s worth of results since my October 11th weigh-in (-4.4 pounds). And that’s another Diet Bet win all sewn up.
I believe I have changed enough that I would have been proud of having lost any weight at all under these circumstances instead of surrendering to the pressure this month, even if I had not hit my DB goal. I gotta say, though, that somehow pulling out a victory in the face of all that was a pretty sweet surprise (and reward) for making it through without falling apart.
If this were a video game, I would have just leveled up in mental toughness. Skill unlocked: crisis management.
Now, on to the next BFD: my impending one-year anniversary on my mission. I have big plans for March.
I have big senioritis for February. Good riddance, ya little jerk.