So like it or not, I still play the numbers game in my head. Going in to this morning's workout, I thought, "Ok. Reasonable weight loss is 2-3 pounds a week. I should have lost about 12 pounds, then." Secretly, I was hoping for about 15. Nope. I am the turtle. Slow and steady for me. I wasn't going to put numbers here, but oh well. I was down 7 pounds- less than two a week. Grrr. After a day to think about it, I can see it for the progress it is, but at the time I was really bummed. I was also down 6.25 inches. Last time I measured, it was significantly more than that. As I looked at my numbers from the last month, the week I dropped 5 pounds on was that first week of the month when I had blown it over the weekend. The weeks I had worked harder, the scale hardly moved. That's why I HATE the scale number game.
So I had a very deliberate food tantrum. I had a McMuffin for breakfast, my almond snack mid-morning, and a healthy turkey wrap for lunch, but then I went to the store where I bought what looked good at the time. I brought home a package of red vines, a box of juju fruits, a king size reeses pb cup thing, a king size butterfinger, and a 9X9 of caramel brownies. Then I stopped at Wendy's and got a jr. bacon cheeseburger, a small fry, and a medium frosty and ate those on the way home. I got home and proceeded to eat junk food and, of course, a peanut butter sandwich thrown in there for good measure. Of course it didn't fill me up, I didn't find the tastes that satisfying, and I eventually stopped. I have some of the two candy bars left and half the package of red vines and didn't touch the brownies. Today I'm taking the brownies to work and putting them on the staff table (sorry, friends at Patterson). I am dividing what's left of the other sweets into baggies and am going to have one per day instead of having sweets spread out through the day (thanks, Meshell).
The evening ended with Paul making tacos- I had one large one, and then I had a ton of water. I think I had about 12 glasses yesterday. During the evening, I worked on my upstairs craft room that still had boxes in it and then started repainting a welcome sign for the front door. My steps for the day were at 14, 210.
I didn't work out or take Pip for a walk, but will Tuesday. My coach emailed me later with results that didn't show up on the computer at the time of our appointment. In the last month, I lost 5.21 pounds of fat. I think of pictures I've seen of fat and to think that I'm carrying around 5 pounds less of that stuff makes me really happy. On I go!
I don't care what the numbers are, you can totally tell you are losing weight and that and how you feel are what counts. You look great and I know you feel great. That dang numbers game gets me every time and I give up but you he come too far to give up now (which I know you not giving up). Your amazing and you look amazing.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Janessa. I'll keep truckin'. I do feel so much better now. :o)
DeleteYes, just keep focusing on KNOWING that you are making progress. Don't play the number game. Maybe you'd be better off NOT being told any numbers, just truckin' along, as you say, doing the best you can do. OR....not doing the figuring out of what you think you must have lost and then be disappointed, because every pound lost is a win win. You ARE making progress. That's what counts!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Martha. I love the idea of not knowing the numbers. I think maybe I'll ask just to know when I hit certain milestones.
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