Awhile back I wrote a post on embracing failure. I think I’ve gotten a little too friendly with it. Now me and failure are like every Beyonce song I’ve ever heard.
First I loathe the song. (No failure this year, healthy vegan all 2013!)
Then we start flirting a little. (Maybe a few Oreos aren’t so bad.)
Next thing I know that song has rented a room somewhere in the back of my brain, and it won’t leave, and I’m doing the damn dance from the video in my shower. (Mmm. Brownies. And chips. And did someone say vegan chili dogs? Yes please!)
A third of the way there
Yeah, this month was a failure. The last two months really. I’ve learned how easy it is to be vegan and that I can eat just about anything my heart desires, but I’ve only lost a little over 5 pounds the past two months. Still I’m doing alright a quarter way through my first full year going vegan.
November 20: 371.2; March 1: 333.4
My goal is to drop 120 pounds in a year. So far I’ve lost at 37.8 pounds.
I lost a whole 1.6 pounds in February. It’s time to step it up. I need some motivation. That’s why I co-founded the Fat-Man-in-a-Tight-Pink-V-Neck-T-Shirt Challenge. If I hit my 120-pound goal I should be 250 pounds by the end of November.
I’m also tracking every single thing I eat this month. At the end of the month I’ll finally be able to put to rest all the questions like “Isn’t eating healthy expensive?” and “Do you get enough protein?” and “What do you eat every day?”
I don’t know the answer to those questions either so it will be nice to finally know. Plus, having just stepped down in my job to pursue freelance writing, I will need to learn how to eat cheap.
Eighty-three more pounds to go. Then it’ll be time to set some new goals.