I've done better and not as well as I could have hoped, if that makes any sense. I had lost 5 pounds from Jan to mid-June (approx. 22 weeks), mainly by eating better and with sporadic exercise. With my exercise plan in place (and food changes), I have now lost an additional 7 pounds in approx. 10 weeks. So I'm doing better, but I'd hoped to have been further along by now. Thus, the changing expectations.
My friend Robbin and her husband went on the same diet; in an equal amount of time, he'd lost all the weight he'd wanted to and she hadn't lost nearly as much. Vive la difference between men and women of a certain age, especially (i.e., my age). I can't seem to break the 3/4 of a pound a week average, so I'm going to embrace it. I hope to lose 3 pounds in the next four + weeks, then shoot for 5 pounds each in the next two ten-week segments. That would mean that by spring break of next year (!!) I'll be at the weight I'd hoped to be at by the start of classes. Yikes.
Even as I write that, I wonder if it means I've "given up" or if that's just facing reality. I will definitely try to eat even better, watch my slumps more closely, and try to find new ways to exercise to keep up the momentum. But school does mean more sedentary time, less time outside with changing weather, and holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas--foodie holidays that I'm just not ignoring. I know I'll enjoy the bounty, so to speak, and while I'll try to be wise, this isn't the time to expect even more drastic weight loss.
While I have the "wait till spring" attitude usefully in place to avoid disappointment, I'll also be pleasantly surprised (and, in some way, inspired to do more) if I can meet my goal earlier.
At least I lost a pound on vacation!! ;)
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