Starting Weight: 290.3
Last Week: 284.1
This Week: 285.2
Net Loss: +1.1
Loss-to-Date: -5.1
Whomp, whomp.
I absolutely deserved this. Honestly, I was expecting a higher number than this. Thank you, Metformin. I have had a really rough couple of weeks 'diet'-wise... Derek was gone for two weekends in a row ... one for his bachelor party and one for work, and I just crumbled, sort of. Didn't go grocery shopping, ordered food in most nights... skipped lunches at work because I didn't have anything to bring but didn't want to go out and buy anything... he's back home now but has been working a lot of overtime this week so we kept eating out.
Last weekend was my bachelorette party and it was ridiculous amounts of fun but I used the weekend as an excuse to be bad. Not my proudest moment. Not to mention the alcohol consumption -- I ended up drinking way more than I planned to... (planned on 4, MAYBE 5... ended up with closer to 12. Yes, I know. And yes, I lived to tell the tale. To save you from all the questions: yes, I remember everything that happened; no, I didn't black out; no, I didn't throw up -- I wasn't even hungover the next morning, just exhausted; and no, I haven't drank like this since college and I don't intend to do so ever again. At least not anytime even remotely soon.) So that was probably a pound of gain right there. Oh, also, on Wednesday at work it was a coworker's birthday so we had cake... and then Thursday was my office bridal shower so there was cake and cookies. I mostly avoided the sweets on Wednesday (I had a tiny piece of cake literally about the size of a quarter. It was essentially one bite) but cannot say the same for Thursday. Whoops. (Or not -- it was delicious!) As if that wasn't enough, on Tuesday I ended up coming home from work early because after I ate lunch I got really, REALLY nauseous and felt like I was in danger of throwing up. Derek picked me up (we drive together, so I didn't have my car), dropped me off, and went back to work... on his way home that evening he brought me ginger ale, which I eagerly consumed. I haven't had soda in a long while so that probably didn't help matters any.
Basically, it's been a rough couple of weeks for multiple reasons... I acknowledge my own fault in this and all I can do is suck it up and start over. I'm not giving up! One thing I've noticed that is a positive change for me is that now, whether I gain or lose, I know exactly why it happened. I used to either be oblivious or lie to myself... not sure which... and say that if I lost weight, obviously I was doing everything right, but if I gained, clearly it was not my own doings. The scale must be wrong, that burger I had was healthy because it had lettuce and tomato on it, etc. I don't do that anymore and that has helped me stay on track. I know that when I do the right thing I see results and when I don't do the right thing, I know what will happen. Sometimes I'm pleasantly or unpleasantly surprised, but usually, it's easy to figure out. So.. yay for that I guess.
Now, it's going to be tough but I'm trying my hardest to get back on the wagon. It feels like my life is kind of upside down right now because the wedding is in two weeks and I'm going crazy trying to figure out everything that has to happen between now and then. Derek and I haven't had a weekend to do things together since before Valentine's Day, so I'm trying to figure out how to spend time with him, run errands, get shit done, and handle the several appointments I have this weekend without eating out for every single meal.
We are going to go grocery shopping on Sunday for the first time in... like... 3 weeks. I'm going to do my damnedest to cook every night this week. My last week at work before the wedding. Whoa. But that's a whole different blog, haha. :)
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