Week 4 Weigh In: Hate. Temptation. Lent.

Well, today is the Week 4 Weigh In.  Today is also a moment of truth: Will I reach the 10 pound benchmark and thereby avoid Jillian Michaels indefinitely?  Or will the 10 pound mark evade me once again--thereby beginning a new era: The Era of The Shred?

Today.....is Judgment Day.

And Lo! On the 28th day, I stepped uponeth the Sorting Scale whereupon I was judged.....

The Glare is God's Wrath

.....and quickly cast into Shredfire and Brimstone.

NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, first the bad/obvious news:  I didn't reach 151.8.   Which, true to my word, means that I will start doing the 30 Day Shred with Ms. Jillian Michaels in an effort to speed things along.  (This is the part where the people who have been saying all along that any sensible weight loss plan should include exercise get to gloat at me).

Next the good news: At least this is a 0.8 pound loss from last week's weigh-in, and is also a decidedly more hydrated weigh-in that last week's hangover-induced 152.0....which means this is basically a new "low."  So yay!

Next the even better news: I have no one to blame for this week's failure but myself (ya know, as opposed to the incredibly frustrating Half-Hanukkah and the even more frustrating Shark Week where I was doing everything right and still getting nowhere).  In a weird way, a lack of progress due to just good, old-fashioned failure is easier to swallow than unexplained lack of progress.  And this weekend, I was decidedly wanton in my refusal to stick with my diet.

I was completely overcome by temptation.  I had pizza. I had margaritas.  I had McDonalds in larger-than-Ode-to-Fast-Food-quantities.  It was like opening Pandora's Box....once I realized I had screwed up, it just got worse and worse.  "Well, I already blew it today, may as well go big or go home."

I got back on track right afterwards, but the damage was basically done.   After my Food-Bender, there was a scary high-point at 154.4....and then gradually I came back down to 152 by reverting back to my calorie-conscious ways.  Thank goodness.

But I can't keep having set backs like these if I want to make good progress and actually have a hope of reaching 130 by Christmas.

As I pondered the events of this weekend and began wondering where I had gone wrong, I realized that I quite simply had fallen prey to temptation. My willpower simply wasn't strong enough to overcome the temptation this weekend.  

And I hated myself for it. 

And as I sat there, stewing in my self-loathing, I realized that there is only one thing truly, truly stronger than temptation.  I used to think it was the fear of public humiliation.  But clearly that's not the case because I wasn't even afraid of looking like a fool on this blog when I decided to go all "Honey Boo Boo" with the cheese fries.

The answer is so simple.

Hate. 

Hate is stronger than temptation.  And I realized at that moment, that instead of hating myself for failing, I should put my hate energies into trying to succeed.  And how better to do that, than by adoping the method first popularized by my Work Bestie, Lil' Libby?!

On that note, I would like to issue Blog Decree No. 2:

I hereby decree that I will exercise for at least 30 minutes a day during at least 30 of the next 40 days of the year of our Lord 2012.  This period of time will henceforth be known as The Hatred Extolling Legitimate Lent (henceforth simply "HELL" or "The Lent").  If I fail to comply with this decree I will donate $300.00 to the Westboro Baptist Church.



Said God regarding Fat, "I was for it before I was against it."



 

And I would HATE to have to do that.