If there is something I really need to work on, it’s not undoing all of my efforts of the week 24 hours before I’m set to weigh in at Weight Watchers. At weigh-in on Saturday, I was up 1.2 pounds — some of which I think is bloating from my TOM, but I think 90% of it was a result from the sodium I ate the day before.
Last week was a great one in terms of drinking my water, tracking all of the foods I ate and going to the gym for at least 30 minutes. I even did something I normally don’t push myself and do: I went to the gym at 7:30 one day, when I was tired and it was super cold outside. I’ve been working really hard this week with some projects, and stretching my muscles with walking a couple miles on the treadmill was something I actually WANTED to do. I did my daily strength training exercises, too.
So, I felt that the weigh-in was going to be decent on Saturday morning. But first I had to get through Friday. This is where it all started to unravel… We had to go downtown to run some errands, and of course we were starved at lunchtime when we were finished. We drove around and found a burger spot, and we had lunch — a small cheeseburger with natural cut fries. That lunch wasn’t too bad on my points, but for some reason I just had to have a milkshake. I KNEW what a point bomb a milkshake was, but I didn’t care. In the back of my mind I knew that this lunch would reflect badly on the scale, but I did it anyway. Talk about the devil and angel on both shoulders — well, I don’t remember the angel at all.
Then we went out for dinner to a Mexican restaurant. We split a 3-item entree and appetizer to save calories and points, and I was feeling real proud of myself until I realized that if we would have ordered smaller, individual portions I would have consumed less. BOO.
So, I knew the next day it wasn’t going to be pretty. I am proud of myself for one thing, though — in the past when I had a bad Friday, I would just tell myself “I won’t go to weigh-in” because I didn’t want to face what the scale said. Sure, numbers aren’t everything, but they don’t lie and no excuses I make will take away the fact that I blew it and knew exactly what I was doing the entire time.
This week, I am planning ahead of what I am going to eat all the way through weigh-in. I am moving soon and want to save all the money I would otherwise spend on dining out, so that will hopefully help me get past the cravings. I am addicted to dining out and I really need to detox my system. It’s just so hard!!