It’s Weekly Weigh-In time — accountability be it good, bad, or ugly. I’m not Catholic, so I have never been to confession, but I’m guessing it might feel a bit like this. 😉 It was not a good weigh-in this week and I was so disappointed with myself — not “give up and quit disappointed,” but more a realization that every decision counts and a disgust that I knew that and created my own destiny this week.
I was doing pretty good at the first of the week. I missed my workout Wednesday morning, but I made up for it with an hour walk Wednesday afternoon, which I usually don’t do. When I weighed on Thursday — my mid-week check — I was about the same as I was at my official weigh-in on Monday. So, I was feeling okay with that.
Then, Friday, I met my mom and my sister for breakfast. I thought I made a decent choice with one scrambled egg (no cheese), two strips of bacon, and one biscuit. Then, I chose to go back to bed when I came home instead of working out. I knew better, but I had slept so poorly the night before and I convinced myself that I would workout later that evening…and didn’t.
I did okay, food- and activity-wise, on Saturday, but Sunday, I was very sedentary and I gave in to some temptations Sunday evening. I didn’t think it was enough to create a gain because I did choose to indulge in what I thought was moderation. However, ultimately, I gained 2.4 pounds! Ugh! I was so not expecting that. I sincerely thought I’d either stay the same or lose a little bit. That was even with adding in some running to my walking time on the treadmill.
Oh, well. I am not going to let it get me down. My plan for this week is to really buckle down and pay very close attention to both my calorie intake and output and see how I do next week. I really think it’s a matter of making sure that I hit my calorie deficit each day. If buckling down doesn’t get me the results that I’m hoping for next week, I’m going to have to re-read some articles on getting past a plateau and see what I can do.
As much as I hated to come here and confess such a disappointing result this week, I hope that it will be meaningful to someone to see that we all struggle. Even though I’ve had very exciting successes, this last 30 pounds is kicking my butt. I think the last 30 is proving to be much harder to get off than the first 65. I’ll do it, though. I’m not giving up!
What about you? How did the scales treat you this week?