Definition of Insanity? (from SparkPeople - Sun. 2/7/10)

I think I'm a reasonably intelligent woman.

I know more information about nutrition than I usually care to admit.

I understand that if I go over a certain limit on my caloric intake, and remain 95% sedentary, I cannot plausibly expect to lose weight.

I also know that by common consent, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, yet expecting different results.

All that being said, WHY, OH WHY am I disappointed that I have not lost a single OUNCE of weight over the last week? Am I, indeed, INSANE? I mean, there is no legitimate reason for me to expect to have lost any weight this past week! I was consistent, I must say. Consistently exceeding my calorie intake. Consistently NOT exercising (most of which I attribute to my injured hip, but STILL). So, why the unreasonable expectation?

I am a child of "Generation X." My Inner Sloth is still slouching in flannel on my Inner Couch, listening to Nirvana and expecting her results to be handed to her, because she's ENTITLED, dang it! I thought that by simply drinking 8 glasses of water a day and adding some extra produce to my daily regime, the weight would be just sloughing off my body like the Melting Nazi Face in "Raiders of the Lost Ark."

Patience may be a virtue, but it is not one of mine. Venting my angst here, however, is definitely helping me to feel less like a ranting teenager and more like a frustrated 40(cough)something just trying to re-learn the ropes of healthy eating that became tangled decades ago.

I vow to plow into next week with a PLAN, and tell my Slouch to get off my Couch, change out of that skanky flannel shirt and, for heaven's sake, turn that darn music down!