I knew it was a stressful month, but wow, I hadn't expected this.
I went to the nutritionist, knowing that I blew it big-time in the calorie department. Too many days where I was out of the house and forgot to take something, or was out longer than expected and had to eat what was available- and sometimes I had "just one more spoonful" of something at dinnertime.
And I still haven't exercised regularly since I broke my exercise bike.
So why was I surprised by the numbers on the scale? I thought that maybe I lost three to five pounds, since I was almost doing what I was doing last month...right?
Nope. I lost one pound. One.
At first I was sad. One stinking lousy pound in almost five weeks? Seriously? But the scale doesn't lie. To be real, I was the one lying.
I didn't always log calories right after I ate them. Sometimes I forgot to add something, and sometimes I 'forgot' to add something, if you know what I mean. I didn't exercise- I didn't even try. I knew it, and my body knew it. Yes, we were in the middle of a heat wave last week, but I wouldn't have gone out anyway. I knew it, and did nothing about it. And it showed on the scale.
Oh I had good intentions, but intentions don't drop the pounds. Intentions don't burn calories. And since I was eating more on the sly, my body did what it does, which is store the extra calories for later.
After giving this a lot of consideration, I was happy that I lost a pound. I could have easily gained weight.
My husband said he would try to fix the bike, but looking at his lack of time and resources for a bike that has no more available parts, we trashed the idea (and the bike) and decided it might be best to sign up at the gym again, since I'm getting in enough work to cover the small monthly fee.
The driving jobs (though small and sporadic) will not only provide the funds for the gym, but will allow me to have the van every day so I can get to the gym faster and more often.
I don't have to worry about weather issues either, like walking in 100 degree heat while in the middle of a hot flash. Can you say 'Human Combustion' boys and girls? I knew you could!
Lessons learned:
Calories matter. Every bite adds to the count!
Exercise matters. In my case, it's essential to getting more pounds off and shrinking my belly.
Even if you think you don't need a snack, take one. You never know when delays can happen and better to be a little hungry than starving by the time you get a meal.
Log the food. Log the food. LOG THE FOOD. If you can't log it, write down what and how much you ate in a notebook to log later.
Keep busy. Much of the time I ate because I had nothing better to do.
Keep your hands busy. Sometimes I ate just because everyone else was- like in front of the TV with cheese and crackers. Bad idea, since I knew I'd already hit my goal for the day!
I have to own up to the fact that I was getting complacent- I had it all down- I nailed it. I knew what I had to do. Yet I still figured I could get away with it even though I broke the rules. My body just thwapped me upside the head and said "What the heck were you thinking? Get back to working out, woman!"
The good side of this is that I'm now OFFICIALLY the lightest I've ever been in a decade- 291.5! Next goal? 280's- here I come!
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