No loss this week. In fact, a gain. Un-freakin’-believable.
Weight last week: 170.6 lbs
This week: 171.4 lbs
GAIN of 0.8 lbs
You see, I have been doing so well over the last week. Exercising. Making careful food choices. Limiting the nighttime snacking. Drinking TONS of water. I am a chronic weigher, meaning I weigh myself every single day I just can’t seem to shake that bad habit. So, for the last 4 days, my scale has been giving me great news, as in I was well below the 170 mark (like 168.4 lbs happy). I was so happy.
The important word is “WAS”.
Because yesterday, when I continued to see that “well below 170 number”, I took it easy translation: I went freakin’ nuts and ate things I would normally not eat and in quantities I normally don’t eat. Self restraint was non-existent yesterday. Pasta who eats past the day before weigh-in…oh wait, I DO. Chocolate chip cookie and a half, movie theater popcorn.
What the hell is wrong with me? I had ZERO self control yesterday. The worst was the movie popcorn though, laden with salt, eaten at night, right before bed. I knew, I KNEW, that the salt would just sit in my body overnight, bloating me, tipping the scales the wrong way this morning. Yet, I did not stop.
So this morning, when I stepped on the scale, I was NOT surprised by the results. Even though I know that it is salt-bloat (because yes, I really did do well the other 6 days of the week), I am still mad at myself for sabotaging what should have been a GREAT weigh-in. I was alternating from being mad at me and being even madder at me.
But then I read this post by our very own Brooke. It resonated with me. Cuz any of you that have read me for a while know that I trained for the San Diego 1/2 Marathon with Team Shrinking Jeans, injured my hip 5 weeks out from race day, and then spiraled down to a horrible, terrible mental mess trying to deal with the fact that I would not be running that race as I had intended. I was stressed to the max, wondering if I would even be able to walk the darn thing.
My hair fell out, enough to give me a bald spot front and center of my hairline.
I gained 8 lbs overnight.
I couldn’t sleep more than 5-6 hrs a night.
It sucked. Extreme stress sucks. ALL because my mind could not accept what my body had to give me at that moment in time.
With some rest, a step back, and a new attitude, things have turned around for me. My hair is growing back, I have lost 6 of those 8 lbs, I am sleeping 7-8 hrs a night (and making sleep a priority) and I am back on the trail running again. My attitude about my running and race days have changed. I have changed.
So while this gain royally annoys me so much, it is OK. It is but a blip in my road map and will be quickly forgotten next week when I knock the weight loss out of the park. I don’t have to be the person who loses weight the fastest (I’m not), I just have to keep on track, or get back on track when I veer off course and put down the damn popcorn.
It is my overall goal that is most important- to be healthy, to enjoy life, to run around with my kids without getting out of breathe, to be proud of my accomplishments…..no matter how long it takes me.