So Is That It?

The best part of every diet is the start: you’re so fired up to finally make a difference in your life you’ll do just about anything: even crawl out of bed at five in the morning to exercise. (Okay, I’ve never been that fired up, but you get the picture.)

Suffice it to say the worst part of every diet is when the weight loss stops for no reason whatsoever. It might be two days, two weeks, or two months. But at some point you just “bottom out” and no matter what you do, nothing helps any more.

This is your body’s way of saying, “Dang it, Charlie! Send down some pizza again for cryin’ out loud.” (Yes, your body calls you Charlie, too.)

At my scare point on August 12, I was 232. I immediately stopped the high glycemic foods and I started walking again. That was the entire program. No formal plan. Nothing crazy. Nothing stupid. And after one week I was already down six pounds.

Please, hold your applause. If I had a dime for every time I lost six pounds in a week, I wouldn’t need to write and sell books. Believe me, this is no big deal.

Today is the two week point. And now I’m down a total of … you guessed it: still six pounds.

So is that it? I get fired up for one lousy week and it’s over? It can’t be. I mean, it CAN’T be. I was really, really hoping this would be it. Never mind this was Day One #65. I honestly felt like this time was different. And I definitely don’t feel like that every time.

So is that it?