Sooooo much has happened since my last post, but rather than try to rehash the entire first half of 2020, I will get to a more pressing matter…
Also known as the newest coronavirus responsible for the COVID-19 pandemic.
My world changed in mid-March when I had to shift to remote work, stop going to the gym, avoid going as much as possible and switch my grocery habits to focusing on the survival of my family rather than maintaining weight loss.
Starting weight in August 2018: 230 pounds.
Current weight: 231 pounds and 12 ounces.
I gained every pound I lost plus two since I changed my diet almost two years ago. I had touched onederland (under 200) briefly and then hovered in the 210s to low 220s for a while. Unfortunately, months of sheltering in place and eating more carbs and processed food took their toll.
Now I know that some people did just fine during this period and were able to maintain their regimen. However, as someone with anxiety disorder, the moment I walked into the grocery store and could barely find my usual staples, I mentally said “eff it” and decided to go into full survival mode until I felt that I would be able to safely and successfully purchase a bag of frozen chicken breasts without potentially getting attacked for grabbing the last one.
As the world gradually opens before the second wave hits, I’m contemplating what to do next. I definitely need to avoid regular bread again, no question. I also need to get moving again, but it will have to be from my tiny bedroom or the yard until I can trust the gym again.
I’ll admit that I dread having to start over, but I know that I can get back to where I was and below if I focus and am more conscious of what I’m doing.
There’s hope for me yet.