First things first: Thanks for all the kind comments from people who stopped by from various Kimkins-related blogs and forums. I hope that those of you who got ripped off find justice and that the next time I write about our "friend" Kimmer, it's to say that she's headed to jail at last.
(I also kinda hope that I get my very own email threat from a Kimmer acolyte, because wow -- if you needed any more proof that the ship is going down with a 16-ton weight tied to it, there you go.)
And as some of you discovered, the comment function on this blog appears to be going a bit screwy. For whatever reason, it may look to you as if your comment has posted with the name of the person who posted before you. I have no idea why it's happening; all my favorite Web hangouts seem to be going buggy this week. Maybe it's the full moon.
So I must admit that this summer was a complete and total failure from any kind of weight loss standpoint. As in "disaster". I went from trying to lose more pounds to desperately trying NOT to regain. My motivation to exercise went out the window. My motivation to not cram gooey pastries in my face in the afternoons followed it. I could feel some of my smaller outfits starting to pinch.
And I was falling into the trap of absolutely *hating* myself for all this. And that's the worst thing that could probably happen. First I'd hate myself for overeating and underexercising, and then I'd eat and laze around because I felt miserable and didn't know how else to comfort myself. But the indulgence wasn't at all comforting and made me feel even worse ... and so on.
And then all of a sudden, as the weather started getting cooler at last, everything started clicking back into place. I've been working out regularly without even setting a goal to do so; I just *want* to. I'm falling in love with weight lifting again.
The eating has its good days and bad days, but at all times I'm being much more mindful. I'm getting better at trying to strike a balance rather than just giving up if I have a "bad" lunch and pigging out for the rest of the day.
Sometimes I wonder if I have some kind of reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder -- while others are depressed in the winter due to the cold and the lack of sunlight, I find that I get listless and uninspired and just plain sullen in summer's oppressive heat.
I do know that fall is absolutely my favorite season. The smell of burning firewood on a chilly autumn night makes my heart sing, and riding my bike through the trail on a cool morning with the smell of the leaves around us is so pleasurable that it seems like cheating to consider it a workout.
I don't dislike summers as much as I used to when I was an obese hermit, but once the community pool has closed for the year, I just don't see the point of extreme heat anymore.
(Which sucks, because we've had a return to the 90s this week.)
Oh well. Favorite season = more reason to be outside and moving.
Hello, autumn. Feel free to linger a little longer than you usually do.