Happy Wednesday to you. Though by the time I’m getting around to posting this, it’s really closer to Thursday and that means we’re one step closer to the long weekend! {Insert hallelujah hands emoji here.}
So Weighty Wednesday. I wrote about it first here and then promptly forgot about it. Though I didn’t post anything last week (I was instead writing about my relationship with running), I did weigh myself and I’m here to tell you the cold facts: I’d gained 1.6 pounds after my previous loss of 5 pounds. I’m not quite sure what happened between that first week and the second, but I do know that between last week and now I have gone way, way, way off the rails. I’m up again this week. And to the tune of 4.4 pounds! Blargh.
In the last week I have:
Eaten pretty much everything in sight, including, though not limited to: goldfish, pork burritos, cupcakes (happy birthday, blue eyed boy!), several delicious Clawhammer beers by Highland Brewing Company (worth it – my new favorite autumnal beer), a Reuben, Blue Box mac n’ cheese, apple blondies, chocolate graham crackers smeared with peanut butter (I would recommend those, in particular), and a milkshake. I could go on, but for the sake of any remaining shreds of my own personal vanity, I shall not.
AND
Utterly and completely ceased calorie counting. Full stop. (Pun intended.) The work of calorie counting sometimes feels like so much work, especially when coupled with the actual work of making sure that one does not eat the entire contents of one’s pantry during nap time. Ahem. Last Thursday I was ready for the weekend, ready for a break and the idea of a milkshake somehow got lodged in my brain. I mentioned the idea to my husband (who, for the record, is always game for a milkshake) and then next thing I knew, he was putting the man cubs to bed and I was zooming out for milkshakes. I didn’t log those calories and little did I know, but that was the start of a full week without calorie counting.
The last week was a spectacular failure in the trying to lose weight department, but, for the first time in a long time, I actually had some good runs; for the first time in a long time I felt like my body was powerful and able. And I’ll take that over a number on the scale any day.
But, there’s definitely room for improvement. There’s the whole “junk in, junk out” theory and I hate to say it, but there’s been a lot of junk going in lately. A lot of delicious junk, but junk nonetheless. As I wrote previously, this is the first time I’ve committed to really counting calories in an effort to lose the weight. To that end, I let a few low-calorie treats slid into my diet. Until now I’ve been a whole milk, full fat butter, real deal Coca Cola kind of girl, but in an attempt to have my cake and eat it too, I suppose, I allowed myself a few treats to make the transition to fewer calories easier.
But let’s call a spade a spade. Those low-cal treats are doing me no favors. They are not rewiring my taste buds to yearn for healthier, better options. Instead they are continuing the sugar and snacking addictions and leading me away from my ultimate goal: to be my healthiest self.
So this week, I’m recommitting to my friend (and also foe) My Fitness Pal. But this time I’m going to focus on whole foods instead of easy, snack-y treats. Simply put: whole foods require more resources. Whole foods are more expensive (most of the time) and require an investment in prep time as well as logging time. But I’m willing to make the effort this week.
Here’s to a healthier week!