I just started week 3 of C25k. Week 3 consists of a five minute warm-up followed by two sets of 90 seconds running - 90 seconds walking - 3 minutes running - 3 minutes walking. I haven't run for 3 minutes straight in a long time. At least not on asphalt.
Let's get to the weigh-in. It's late and I need sleep, so I'm putting the picture off until tomorrow.
I weighed in at 267 pounds this week. It's a .2 pound loss from last week but I'm glad I lost instead of gained. Still, pretty unimpressive.
I feel like my weight loss efforts have come to a grinding halt. I've only exercised a couple times since my last weigh-in. I've failed enough to recognize when I'm starting to slide. There are a lot of reasons. The weather has been gorgeous, I've been busy at work, I went to my alma mater, the University of Minnesota, Morris, for a weekend of sin, I've been sick, blah, blah, blah.
I think the biggest thing for me is I have had some success. I've lost over 30 pounds (actually 29 pounds if you take my recent spike into account). I don't try to rest on my laurels, but I'm prone to doing so. Not this time. I worked hard to lose that weight and there's no way all that work is going to be in vain.
But that's just talk.
This Sunday at church we had a guest sermon by Rev. Dr. William Schulz, who, among other things, was the executive director for Amnesty International from 1994 to 2006. He brought up a parable of a king who reached into a bird cage, took out a bird, and twisted its neck slowly until the spark of life had left the bird. His cheeks were stained with tears the entire time. One of the remaining birds in the cage turns to a comrade and says, "Look, there's hope. The king is crying." The other bird replied, "You fool. Don't look at his eyes, but at his hands."
I know that's a very strange story to bring up right now, but the message was incredibly straightforward for me. In the end, we're judged by our actions, not our intentions. Schulz intended this story to be a call to action to make the lives of the less fortunate better. We can't change the world by feeling sorry for the poor and the unfortunate, we need to make the world a better place for them with our deeds.
So how does this relate to weight loss? For me, this means I can talk about losing weight until I'm blue in the face, but unless I'm doing something about it, I'm still going to be fat. I need to quit making excuses and work hard.
I'm also going to tie a fairly sizable carrot to the end of a stick for myself. Those of you who know me, know I'm a huge nerd with an eye for gizmos. I've been up for a new phone on my Sprint contract for a while now and have been drooling over the HTC Evo. It was announced a month ago and is slated for release "this summer" (hopefully June 6th or 13th, but those are both rumors). This phone is sexy. I've already decided that as long as I can afford it, this will be my next phone. I want to be in line at the store the day this phone is released.
I've decided I have to lose 2 pounds every week (on average) from now until this phone comes out in order for me to get it. That means if it comes out on June 13th, which is 8 weeks away, I will need to be 16 pounds lighter than I am right now in order to buy this phone. If it comes out on June 6th, I'll only need to be 14 pounds lighter. Even if it takes me a little longer to lose the weight, I'll still get the phone when I reach that number of pounds. I want this phone bad and this is the only way I can think of to stay motivated on my weight-loss journey.
What do you do to stay motivated when you feel a slump coming on?