I checked in this past Saturday, just as I faithfully do every Saturday. I was only down one pound, and the overall measurements hasn’t changed as much as I had hoped. But still, there was some progress and I was feeling better. So I was hopeful for a good response from my coach.
A day went by and I hadn’t heard anything. This isn’t at all like him so I reached out again. Turns out the response was stuck in drafts (I’ve had this happen more times than I care to admit. Technology, am I right?). The email read, “make these changes starting Wednesday. So you’ll have two up days and then we’ll see how you respond.” I know what that means…I’m about to be hungry.
By now it’s Tuesday. So technically I still had a day to eat more carbs. I looked over the changes and realized the meals reduced were still to be consumed later in the day. I could, in fact start the changed plan today…a day earlier than I had been given permission. Who in their right mind writes back and says, “I’m totally capable of cutting carbs in my next meal, if you want me to make changes now. It takes zero effort to make the adjustment.”????
You know who? The girl that’s tired of playing around. I read my own response and realized I had hit a new level mentally. To be honest, I haven’t been suffering enough! I know, it sounds crazy. But anybody that competes, at least seriously, knows what I mean. You reach a point where the hurting feels…right. And so far it’s been too easy. Let’s just hope this level of excitement over suffering remains throughout the week. I’m already hungry and I have two adorable cats at home that occasionally look like they could be a snack. I mean, it’s not much different than eating a kiwi, right??? So fingers crossed for some much bigger changes this week for check-ins.
