This last week and a half has been crazy at work...so much to do with starting a new semester and testing this week. SO FUN. ahem.
In between going crazy and crazier, I did not post my weigh in!!
After one week on WW, I weighed in and found that I lost a grand total of 5.6lbs!!! Down to 192.4! WOO HOO! I was over the moon happy. I felt better because I was, well, feeling better. Everything was getting a little looser and I didn't feel so disappointed in my reflection in the mirror! I was and still am, very proud of my achievement.
This week however...well lets just start at the beginning...
Because I've been cooking solo, I felt bad for boyfriend. He had been eating cereal for dinner because I wasn't cooking. I know this sounds terribly 1950's like, but I do get home an hour earlier than him and I enjoy cooking. Before I started WW, we cooked a lot together. I've been missing that. Just sharing a meal with him is a way we would unwind and spend some time together in the evenings. I read a post on Prior Fat Girl's website about just that. How cooking separate meals was causing problems in a relationship and creating distance. It seems so trivial, but it really does take that warm fuzzy feeling out of dinner when I have to hurry up and measure and track my food and then try to throw something together for him or just forget about him all together. Sad really. But it does show how important a role food plays in our lives.
This weekend we needed to get out a little. I ate out probably wayyyy more than I should have, but I did make better choices....except Sunday. Last week was hard. I had my period and terrible cravings and bloatings and cramps and water retention. I usually want to eat everything bad that week and my will power diminishes by 40%.
Friday night we had date night. Upon moving in with boyfriend this past August, I really understand that even though you see one another everyday, you still need to make time to SPEND TOGETHER. Date nights are still important to both of us and something we need to just reconnect after the crazy work week. We went to Ruby Tuesdays and surprisingly, they have some super healthy choices. I treated myself to a petite sirloin, 3 coconut shrimp, spaghetti squash, and salad. The points were actually well below what I thought it was going to be. Having the side option of squash really helped, along with the salad bar. Saturday night we had sushi, yummmmmmm. Sushi, surprisingly, is not that bad point wise. I gorged myself on three rolls and a big salad. I was super full and feeling slightly guilty.
Then came Sunday. ruh-roh. I had had enough of WW. I wanted a beer. I wanted something fried and carbalicious. And I had it and regretted it the whole rest of the day. Sunday I was stuck grading research papers literally all day. Also adding to my pissy mood and throwing away of WW. It was about 1ish and Boyfriend suggested we go out to lunch. I said I had papers to grade. He said, lets go. And we did. I had a beer, I had pub chips with ranch, I had a bread bowl full of homemade chicken salad with cheese on top. W - O - W. I couldn't eat it all. Boyfriend helped me finish. But holy shit did I feel like it the rest of the day. I exploded my points, but since it was lunch and I had only eaten breakfast, I thank the Lord, used all the points for the rest of my day and then 3 extra. TOO MUCH. I felt so overly full and bloated. It was not a great choice. Regret. I will not be doing that again.
So this week I was not feeling great about weighing in. And when I stepped on the scale yesterday, all I could think about was all the shit I ate and how this moment, right here, matters more than how good those homemade chips and carbs tasted. And the grand total.... I lost a measly .6 of a lb. Am I happy it was a loss? yes. Am I satisfied with that number? no. If anything, I am more motivated this week to really watch myself and make the best choices I can while still feeling satisfied. Salads and grapefruit for lunch this week. Healthy, point conscious HOME MADE dinners. And if we do go out, I will be not splurging. I'm saving that for anniversary weekend!
Boyfriend and I will be together for 2 years on January 27. I really do love him with all my heart. He is a great supporter in my weight loss journey and I couldn't do it without him, especially since it is just us and crazy poodle girl down here and no one else. My mom has been wonderful too, really helping me and giving me tips. She supports me from far away and lets me know I can do it and I'm not alone. They are the only ones I'm sharing this with right now. Except all of you. (whoever that may be)
This was taken at Thanksgiving. I was probably about 190ish here. Not feeling terrible, but certainly not feeling good. After Christmas, I began to scare myself.
I'm looking forward to a healthier week, no cheating or hormonal throwing up of hands at WW, and seeing boyfriend and this little face everyday.
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