The Fucking Wall

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This is my relatively current state. 
I have been sticking at around 175 pounds since...like...summer. 
I'm tired of "dieting". My impulse is to work out harder, but the advice is not to do that. 

So I have strategized to cut my calories back further, in an attempt to see if that's where I need to make a change. 

If I'm being honest, I need to do better at sticking to my caloric limits. It's so easy to slip, especially when I'm just freaking tired of being in the mindset of "diet". 
I am impatient.
I am frustrated with myself. 
I know that I'm the only reason what I've been doing hasn't been working.
Psychologically and physically; I have hit the fucking wall.

Scrolling through my Instagram feed this week, I came across a post by @graciesjourney, about a DietBet contest she has, starting January 1st. 

I signed up.

Why not take a gamble on my progress? I mean, if money is at stake, it might make me strongly consider eating things that are unnecessarily high in calories. 

So, days leading into Christmas, I will be putting down a strict plan that will have me losing 4% of my bodyweight (a little over 7 lbs) in 28 days. 

For what it's worth, I'll aim for about 2 lbs a week.

Last I checked, the pot is at $2,100.00 USD.  

If you're interested in joining me, check out @graciesdietbet on Instagram, or http://dbet.me/anjLTQ.

 I'll keep everyone posted, rest assured; I apologize for the things I will say while I am in the thick of it.

Hail yourselves!
S

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