Weigh in number five is tomorrow, and I am 100% expecting a gain.
I’m okay with that because this week, I’ve had a series of crazy events and have not been “on track.”
Sometimes, life gets in the way of our very best efforts. Even the most health conscious person must have a week where life gets hectic and they gain. The gain I’m sure to see will likely be gone the following week. I’m currently PMSing, so add a half a pound. I have had minimal sleep this week, add a half a pound. I have eaten like crap, so add a pound. I have had way too much sodium and not enough water, so add a pound.
I’m preparing myself so that I’m not upset and disappointed tomorrow, because I know I will be a little disheartened to see the scale go up a bit. The good news is that these are temporary pounds that will be shed by getting back on track with healthy eating, drinking lots of water, and getting some sleep. By week 6, I’ll be back on the way to reaching my goal!
So. Why a gain?
Tuesday was fine, a good day. Was excited to report a 9.2 total loss, super set to head toward that 10lb mark this week. I had a tummy ache, leftover from the night before, so I didn’t eat much, and when I did, it was light and healthy stuff. On Tuesday, I found out that we had a $700 car repair bill to pay for, and was pretty stressed about it. In light of my recent realization that I am, in fact, an emotional eater, it wasn’t surprising I was craving sugar. I managed to resist, and was pleased.
Wednesday was my birthday. And dammit, I’m going to eat what I want on my birthday. Wesleigh and I went for our free Denny’s breakfast. I ate until I was satisfied, then one bite more, then gave the rest of my hash browns and my sandwich to him to finish up. First time I haven’t cleared my plate of my “Moon over My Hammy” because, damn, it’s a tasty sammich! We then went for dinner with the family. We went to the Mandarin, which is always delicious! I had soup, salad, and one plate of hot, fried, delicious food. Normally, I would have had three plates of the hot stuff and had to lay down when I got home, but I stopped when I was full and didn’t feel guilty about “not getting my money’s worth.” I realized that I don’t need to eat myself silly to do that – I ate a meal that was satisfying, tasty, and left me comfortable and not feeling gross.
Then there was ice cream cake. And it was delicious.
Thursday was decent – it was an Oxford day, and Wes and I had ventured out to get groceries, so I was able to get back into routine as far as healthy choices. Then, I went to my mom’s to bring her something, and there was leftover ice cream cupcakes from the night before. And I had one. And another one. And was not pleased, but hey, shit happens.
Friday was okay. I went to work for the first time all week (Wesleigh and I were enjoying some vacation time together), and I took a lunch. I didn’t go out at lunch and get Tim Horton’s. I had a wonderful class and was able to leave in a great mood at a great time. I got home and cooked dinner – chicken and perogies. Perogies were not a great choice, I realize, however, I had one scoop of them on my plate, was full, so stopped. We actually had leftover perogies, which never happens in the paliweldrick household.
Then, I headed to my mom’s. (Seeing a pattern here!?) Her house is full of delicious treats for my niece and nephew. She is good about stocking up on crackers and granola bars, and even some fruit, but nope, I wanted crap. I didn’t do too badly, but I was tired, sore, and grumpy, and craving. I didn’t get home until about 3am, because Wesleigh was at a party and I had to pick him up and drive him home. At 4:07, my phone rang.
My cousin (and one of my very best friends) was in labour, six weeks before the baby was due. I hopped out of bed and drove up to the hospital, and it was a write off from there. Until we knew she and the baby were okay, food wasn’t a major concern. I had a granola bar that my other cousin had thought to bring, and split a bagel with my aunt in the morning. After all was said and done, and mom and baby were good, I headed home, around 1:00. I stopped at my mom’s house and there were cinnamon buns. I had one. I had some cheese, and I had some crackers, and I had a few handfuls of crackers, and realized I needed to get home!
I got home and managed to get a couple of hours of sleep. When I woke up, there was no way I was cooking dinner, so we ordered in a pizza. I ate too much of it. I was full, and still had another piece. I hit the point of “it’s good, and comforting, and I don’t care” – the difference is, I was aware of it.
Sunday was okay – The baby shower went on as planned, and as most family events in my world happen, there was a TON of food, all of it delicious. I did pretty well – only one bun, one scoop of caesar salad, one small helping of pasta. By the time I was done that, I was FULL. I had a few bites of the next course, then realized I was uncomfortable, and it was silly to eat just because it was in front of me. I had them package it up and took the rest home. By the time dessert rolled around, I was hearing things about the magnificent cheesecake on the table. It was pre-sliced, but I took that cake server and sliced a slice in half. (Sorry to whomever got the other small piece!) I still got to enjoy the cheesecake, but ate less.
Managed to do okay for the rest of the evening, but still nibbled here and there.
Woke up feeling yucky today, a side effect from the craziness of the last 48 hours. It was all TOTALLY worth it, as I was able to support my cousin while she brought a beautiful baby girl into the world, and was able to help throw her a shower, even if it wasn’t quite what we had originally planned! I am feeling happy with the crazy, a little unhappy with my “screw it, whatever” attitude about nibbling and snacking this weekend, and about eating the portions that I did.
The difference is, and the reason why this isn’t going to derail me like it has in the past, is that I am fully aware and conscious of what happened and what went wrong this week. I am SO aware of the bad choices and low will power I had as far as indulging in the little snacks, especially late at night, that I will be uber aware this week and change it. I’ll be thinking about how much better I feel when I’m not snacking, both physically and mentally. I’ll be thinking about how I need to drink water instead of pop or juice. I’ll be thinking about planning healthy meals that are also tasty that will help me reach my goals. I can look at this past week and weekend and understand why what happened happened, and be prepared for the scale to go up a pound or two and KNOW that it’s only temporary, and that it’ll be gone by this time next week.
Life happens. I’m slowly learning how to deal with what it throws at me while still making good choices. This week was a great learning experience.
And hey, no matter what happens on the scale tomorrow, I still got FOUR compliments on how great I looked yesterday, and that people could tell the dress I was wearing looked looser / nicer on me. So hey, it was a good week!
Until next time,