State of the Weight Wednesday: Falling off the wagon

Hey people! It’s Wednesday once again! That means it’s time for another State of the Weight!

I stepped on the scale this morning to find my weight is…wait for it…(weight) for it…205!!

That means that I’m down another 2.5 pounds and I’m now 2 pounds away from the weight I was the day I found out I was pregnant with Emma.

Y’all, this is basically amazing.

I have a feeling next week will be a maintenance week or I’ll gain, but for right now, I’m 2.5 pounds lighter than I was last Wednesday.

This weekend was our anniversary and I didn’t track my food. I got the alert from MyPlate that I hadn’t tracked while we were at dinner and I just dismissed it. I didn’t want to know how badly over the limit I went on Saturday with the wine and the crab cakes and the filet and the potatoes lyonnaise and the creamed spinach and the cheesecake. And the Salted Caramel popsicle I had in the park.

I enjoyed my weekend of being off the weight loss wagon guilt-free because I know that one day doesn’t make or break this entire journey.

Any time I’ve ever successfully lost weight, “cheating” has been a thing I’ve built into the plan. And I don’t even like to call it cheating, really. It’s more like I’m aware that one meal, or one day of meals, is just part of the bigger picture. If the bigger picture is mostly healthy and full of smart choices, that one meal, or even one day of meals, won’t break me.

(To be fair, I didn’t track on Sunday or Monday either, but I did try to make smarter choices so even if I went over my limit for those days, I wasn’t gorging myself on candies and cakes and cookies. But there were cookies. And they were good.)

I’m back on the food tracking wagon, though, and I have to update the weight in MyPlate which is going to mean my number of daily calories allotted is going to shrink as well. I can work with it, though, because I’m seeing results. I’m feeling results.

I bought a new bra (regular bra, not sports bra) and I’ve gone down a band size.

The shorts I’m wearing right now? Too big. They’re all loose and flowy like shorts are maybe not supposed to be. This morning I put on a size large t-shirt and didn’t want to rip it off immediately because it hugged my stomach and made me feel uncomfortable. I can feel my waist again. And by feel what I really mean is see.

I’d gotten so round in the middle that my waist was missing, or less prominent, or something. But this morning, I got dressed and looked in the mirror and dare I say it, I looked smaller to myself.

(I didn’t, however, look smaller in a picture Dan took of us picnic-ing on Monday, but cameras and pounds amiright?)

In terms of my goal of doing weight exercises at home last week, bwahahahahahahha. That was cute of me. I did the first day and thought “Ohmygod! I’ve totally got this!”

And then Thursday happened and I took Joshua to therapy and swimming and also maybe took a nap in the middle there. And then Friday happened and I took both kids swimming. And also took a nap. Then Saturday was anniverary dinner day with an eye doctor’s appointment that morning and Sunday was tattoo day and Monday was picnic and Memorial Day and yeah. That totally got away from me.

So that’s my goal again this week. To do 5 days of at-home workouts in addition to however many times I’m able to make it to the gym, which so far is looking spotty thanks to Emma’s one-year molars and her classification as a Stage Five Clinger. It’s okay though. I’ll get there whenever I can.

Weight goal: 20 total pounds gone. Only 5 more to go!!
Weekly goal: 5 at-home workouts in place of or in addition to my gym workouts.

What successes did you have last week? What areas are still plaguing you? What are your goals for the upcoming week?

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