well, i was expecting a gain this week because of thursday’s drinking binge but 2.2 pounds! that blows! i am not upset though because i know its temporary and it will come off (again) so all i can do is look forward to a good week… my boss let us go home early yesterday so i slept from 4:30 to 9:30, got up for a while and then tried to go back to bed… not sure when i fell asleep but it took a very long time…
i was already feeling pretty gloomy this morning so the last thing i wanted to do was step on the scale… i had overslept and missed my spin class and was in no mood to do anything else… well, i literally started to cry when i read 161 because i’ve had a crappy week - haven’t lifted weights, skipped pilates and only managed two walks… ontop of that, i took my mom out for a mother’s day lunch and had cream of onion soup, asparagus stuffed ravioli AND warm chocolate pudding cake w/ice cream… um HELLO? how is it that i lost weight when i should’ve gained 5 pounds?
the scale said i was back down to 162.8 so i’m happy its a loss, even if its back to where i was two weeks ago… it might’ve been a bit less if i hadn’t partaken in margarita drinking friday night but that’s okay, i had a reason to celebrate… my big project was sent to the printer so i can, for the time being, breathe a huge sigh of relief…
was thrilled to see a loss yesterday (.6 pounds) esp. since i thought i would be up as a result of my new weight routine… i also felt i had snacked quite a bit during the week but i guess in reality, i’m doing better than i think i am… it makes me feel pretty good, i have to admit, and for the first time in a LONG time i feel like i’m making progress with my weightloss… its not just being able to fit into a pair of pants that are too tight but more feeling healthier, being more active and trying new things… we all have our reasons for losing weight and a goal that we’re trying to achieve but its the journey that should be paid most attention too…
well, after 5 weeks on this new WW plan - i made my first mini-goal of 5 pounds… i joked w/my trainer today that the ankle weight he had me wear (for adduction moves) was the amount of weight i had lost in the last month… it felt like a lot so that was pretty cool to feel… i’m happy to be starting a new weight routine, i usually start a new one every 2 months or so just so my body doesn’t get lazy… i may stick with the 3x cardio and 2x weight lifting for a while to see if that keeps things moving in the right direction… the bootcamp dvd i ordered last week came today too so now i need to figure out when i’ll be adding that into the mix… so much to do, so little time - can’t believe i’m saying that! maybe i’m just at the point where all the hard work is beginning to pay off and i have to say, what a great feeling that is!
regardless of how many times you step on a scale, its hard to not feel defeated when the numbers go up instead of down… granted .4 pounds is nothing in the grand scheme of things but nonetheless, i feel i worked pretty hard this week (jogging more, drinking my water, etc.)… i read a LOT of weightloss blogs and i would say maybe 99.9% go thru the same thing but when it happens to you, it just feels different…
so my boyfriend’s new dog, rusty, leaped at my cat this morning during a test ‘meet and greet’ and tried to bite him… this left me very upset and crying in the office, where max had ran under the futon to hide… he was fine, of course, but i was a mess - i know it will take time for these guys to get comfortable around each other but its nerve wracking to say the least… he’s a big dog (100+ lbs) and very strong, i just don’t want to feel like i can’t leave the house w/them both there together… all i have is one word - training, training, and training…
i can’t complain, losing a pound on your 35th bday is pretty nice even though i wasn’t using my own scale AND had homemade pizza and cherry pie the night before… i may need to invest in one of those nicer scales too - the kind that gives you a more specific number like 999.9… i had an ‘okay’ birthday, nothing great, nothing terrible - just okay… and my boyfriend, though he was trying to watch out for me, practically scolded me when i was going to eat some pie and ice cream on sat night… considering it was my SSHD, i was allowed plus damnit - it was my birthday and i had been looking forward to it… he just didn’t want to hear me complain about it later on (which i thought i only did here, not in person) so who can blame him…
well, i survived my first week on the new WW plan and am happy to report a 2.5 pound loss… it always amazes me that things turn out better when you’re actually doing something right so maybe if i stick with it, i’ll make my mini-goals… i had a bit of a scare on friday night though when i realized the milk i had been drinking all week was 1% and not skim… my b/f must think i’m crazy - sorry hon! anyhoo, i am happy about the weightloss even though i’m incredibly tired today - i could not fall asleep til almost 1am last night and have no idea why… could it be the guilt of sharing a brownie sundae w/mom during lunch (even though sat/sun are my SSHD)?