Lately, as I sweat my brains out at the gym, all I can think is that I should have done this when I was 27, not 37. From a fitness perspective, I’ve gotten in better shape in recent years than I have been for most of my life. I’m at the gym these days at least five days a week, doing hard workouts for an hour. And I don’t just go to the classes, I BRING IT. Do you guys know what I’m saying?
I eat healthy and I even try and diet. I will admit I fall off the wagon with my calories on the weekend but I really don’t go crazy and feel like that should be okay, right? (I’m a huge fan of MyFitnessPal.com, which I’ve blogged about a bunch here before. That is the site I use to calorie count.)
I’m now over three weeks into my diet, I’ve worked my A$# off, only to have lost a pound and a half. Really, scale? And the worst part is that when I started (the 1.5 lbs up), I was bloated and heavy coming off of a vacation. So I don’t even know if my hard work has lost me that weight as I probably would have lost it anyway.
Reality is starting to set in and while I’m doing everything right, I know why it doesn’t come as easily as it used to: I’m not so young anymore. It’s a little bit depressing to think about a time when I could decide to go on a diet for a week and lose five pounds by eating a tiny bit less and going for an occasional run.
That’s it, right?
And what will I have to do when I’m 47 to lose weight? Or 57? Not eat?
I’m just frustrated. I know that I have to stick with it. I’ve gone slow and steady before and had success with it but I’m having a hard time working so hard and seeing very little results at this point.