My Wii Fit balance board kind of lost its mind, this week; after some initial problems with consistency, we had settled in and had a good thing going, I thought, and it seemed to be weighing me fairly accurately. But then this past week, I don’t know what happened. It started messing with me is what happened, and for a few days there I thought I was gaining back the weight I lost and I kind of panicked. But it turned out that the balance board was being screwy and I’m not.The truth of the matter is that I did it; I lost 10 pounds.
The other truth of the matter is that I went into this challenge assuming that everyone else would succeed and I would fail, and I was basically okay with that. I wanted to make some changes, both to my diet and my lifestyle. I didn’t know if that would result in taking off the weight the way I wanted to, but I figured I’d learn from the process and it’d be useful. I never imagined I might actually do it.
But I did. And I feel bad.
No one is making me feel bad. I just do, because Gray and Joshilyn have been sick and Kira’s had one family crisis after another and good lord, Lydia has a date with a million stairs or something, and we’re at the end now… and instead of celebrating together I feel like I’m supposed to pretend I didn’t do it, or act like it wasn’t a big deal, because I don’t want to upset anyone or be perceived as insensitive.
So I will say this quietly and only once: I worked really hard and I’m proud of what I accomplished, both physically and mentally. Most of it really sucked and this is the longest I’ve ever stuck with a program like this—and I will continue with the exercise and this general diet plan—and it’s not fun, but it’s good for me, and now that I see what changes can happen, I’m much more motivated to stay the course. There are still changes I need to make. Overall I feel like it was a very empowering few months, though.
But I’m kind of sad that my fellow Plate-ers aren’t feeling more positive about the last ten weeks. And saying positive things about my experience then feels awkward and weird, so hey, nevermind, the ten weeks are up tomorrow and let us never speak of it again, I guess.
I feel confident that the next challenge will have a happier group conclusion, so there’s that. Also, maybe I will find the floor of my son’s room again. That would be cause for celebration across multiple continents, I’m pretty sure.