Okay. I have done really, really well this week. I turned down birthday cake and Cheeze Its at church and everything. I weighed in yesterday and my total weight loss was 5.8 pounds. Yes, I still know that it's probably just water, but...my stomach seemed smaller and my jeans started falling off again. They were a perfect fit after Christmas, so SOMETHING is happening. Plus, I was feeling so much better, after only a few days. No more stomach issues, more energy, etc.
I was thrilled with my results and was so proud of myself.
But, BUT. There's always a but.
But, BUT. There's always a but.
I was having a stressful morning with the kids yesterday and it was Thursday, which is grocery day, so we had to go out for lunch. Our usual go-to is Papa's Pizza. When I'm eating right, I just order the salad bar and it's enough. But not yesterday. I convinced myself that I deserved a slice of my favorite pizza, which is pineapple and banana pepper on pan crust. I had 2 slices and a Diet Mountain Dew. I went to the grocery store and bought Keto friendly, delicious food for my family, then went to work at 6:00. I found those little cheese crisp things at Kroger, which I had for my snack at work, instead of the Cheeze It's that we gave the kids. Then I came home, and was so frustrated. The kids were crabby, it was SO cold outside, my husband had to work late. I came home and had a cheese sandwich for dinner. At 10:00 at night. Then a bowl of Violet's "berry" flavored cereal with milk. It's organic, but still full of sugar.
I felt miserable last night. Bloated. Stomach cramps. And so dehydrated! It's just not worth it.
The really frustrating thing is that I had plenty of the right food to choose from last night. I wasn't even that hungry. I should have had some cucumber slices with a little ranch dip and went to sleep.
I had gained 3 pounds this morning. I knew it before I even stepped on the scale. I don't know why I sabotage myself this way. I have mixed emotions about weighing myself so often. On the one hand, it keeps me accountable. On the other, I see every success and an excuse for a treat, and that's not good.
So, it's a new day. It's 11:22 am. I'm just now getting hungry, so I'm about to make a Greek salad for lunch. I have buffalo chicken dip in the crock pot for dinner, which we will eat on a salad or with some celery. I'm going to the movies with Jordan later, and I'll take my cheese crisp things to crunch on instead of popcorn. And I probably will not weigh myself again until Monday.
I felt miserable last night. Bloated. Stomach cramps. And so dehydrated! It's just not worth it.
The really frustrating thing is that I had plenty of the right food to choose from last night. I wasn't even that hungry. I should have had some cucumber slices with a little ranch dip and went to sleep.
I had gained 3 pounds this morning. I knew it before I even stepped on the scale. I don't know why I sabotage myself this way. I have mixed emotions about weighing myself so often. On the one hand, it keeps me accountable. On the other, I see every success and an excuse for a treat, and that's not good.
So, it's a new day. It's 11:22 am. I'm just now getting hungry, so I'm about to make a Greek salad for lunch. I have buffalo chicken dip in the crock pot for dinner, which we will eat on a salad or with some celery. I'm going to the movies with Jordan later, and I'll take my cheese crisp things to crunch on instead of popcorn. And I probably will not weigh myself again until Monday.
No comments:
Post a Comment