South Beach Update – On the Sand Bar

Sand bars…Aren’t those little treats made with blue jello topped with a thin layer of cool whip and sprinkled with graham crackers on top?

Or is that something I just made up that sounds really yummy?

It’s official.  I’ve plateaued.  Or, in “Beach-speak”, I’ve hit the sand bar.  No net weight loss to speak of over the past month, although I’ve managed to yo-yo up and down about 4 lbs.

I’m not really sure what the true problem is.  I don’t know if it’s a misunderstanding of the diet and how it applies to real life.  I don’t know if it’s a matter of my body adjusting to the new way of eating.  I don’t know if it’s a lack of exercise.  I don’t know if I’m sneaking in bad carbs without knowing it.  I don’t know if I’m unwittingly sabotaging my own weight loss with portion control.

The truth, I’m sure, is a mixture of all of the above.  I’m being convicted this week of my lack of self-control in so many areas of my life – and how I need to regain a sense of discipline and order in those areas.  I need to stop making excuses and focus on the goal ahead.

This time next week, I WILL report a net loss.  It may only be a pound, but that will bring me one pound closer to my goal!