It’s Wednesday again! Time for another State of the Weight!
I’m not calling this half pound loss all the way to my goal of 10 pounds lost, but I’m changing the pic because I think something is wrong with my scale. Or my bathroom floor.
Yep. That sounds ridiculous.
I noticed that the scale was straddling some grout lines in the floor and was way, WAY off. Then I moved it to be all on the same square and got a different number. Then I moved it to another square and got yet another number. This one popped more often than any other, so this is what I’m going with.
People weighing yourself, check your floors. <—Moral of my story?
210.5. That’s where I am this morning.
I only managed to make it to the gym 4 times instead of 5, which is my goal, but we walked all over the place at Day Out With Thomas and I wore Emma the whole time. I feel like that counts, even if it was light exercise. Claire is about to have the baby for those of you following my escapades with Lost. I am thoroughly addicted to this show and have not yet decided if I’m Team Jack or Team Sawyer. I have, however, decided that Hurley is the best.
It was impossible to keep up with my water intake beyond around 45 oz a day, and I completely, totally, brutally failed at healthy snacking.
Considering the way I ate like garbage (and drank a beer or three) this weekend, I’m not surprised. But I haven’t had a Moon Pie in a decade and it was so fresh and delicious I can practically taste it right now four days later.
What the failure with this challenge says to me is that the next challenge is the one I have been dreading.
I had hoped that this wouldn’t have to happen yet. It’s a process I find to be daunting because hello, I’m tracking everything I put in my mouth and I’ll probably embarrass myself. But if embarrassing myself–if staring at the cold, hard truth of all the extra calories I consume–is what it takes to make me STOP GRAZING ON GARBAGE, then so be it. I’ll do it.
I know from my history with dieting that this is effective. It’s accountability. It’s a number that turns RED RED RED, glaring at me from the screen on my iPhone. It forces me to make healthy choices all day long. It’s a reminder that if I splurge it has to be just that–a one time thing. I cannot have ice cream every night and call it splurging.
So, I opened MyPlate and started recording my food.
No, I didn’t have a 674 calorie breakfast. I just didn’t put my lunch in the right place. ::shrug::
I know that calorie counting probably isn’t the recommended way of dieting right now, but it’s something that I know works for me. It forces me to make choices. I can have this unhealthy thing which won’t fill me up or I can have this healthy thing (and more of it) which will. Given those two choices I will almost always choose the smarter, healthier choice.
But I know I will fall off the wagon hardcore if I don’t have the flexibility to occasionally eat something really bad for me, like a burger. Or a piece of cake. Or a serving of fro-yo. So this is where I’m starting.
Weight loss goal: 10 total pounds, then I’m buying a bra that fits
Weekly goal: Food Journaling
What are your goals for the week? Did you have a success? Let me know and let’s celebrate it!