So much for weekly blog posts! I'm half surprised and half disappointed that non of you all called for a welfare check and me and Tug.
It's been a hard few weeks for me and my healthy habits. I have struggled to stay the course. Truthfully, I got off course a few times and pretty much drifted toward gluttony island for about two weeks. This morning, I grabbed that wheel and got back on track. It all started on the first day of Spring Break for my kids. I was at home for four days in a row and temptation was everywhere. Well, it was mostly gold fish crackers and finishing off their plates as to not let the food go to waste. I actually started NOT making my own food and banking on the fact I would have their left overs. Good plan, right? Not. Some meals I had no left overs. So I pigged out on whatever I could find in the pantry.
I figured that I would get back on track when I went back to work. That's when I could take a hour at the gym in the morning and limit my food intake to what I packed in my food bag. The day before I went back to work, crisis struck at work. Big crisis. I spent the next three days at our Emergency Operations Center. No lunch breaks but plenty of grab and go food. Plenty of unhealthy food. Plenty of yummy food! And I gave myself a pass to eat it. I thought to myself "I'm working a crisis! All bets are off. I'm eating what I want because I deserve it." Yes, I did used that word. Deserve. Honestly, I also deserve a healthy body but for me, food is too often about reward. And during these days, I did not have time for some other kind of reward. I actually hit the gym still, which, of course, gave me more permission to eat like a pig.
Okay, so once the crisis was essentially over for me and my staff, I was ready to get back to routine and eating well. So we are talking about 10 days off course. My mother in law comes to visit. Work is still busy but now I have my daughter sleeping in my room and I worry about waking up at 4 am to go to the gym. I'm "sure" I will wake her. I don't want to wake her and make my husband have to deal with a 4 year old at 4 in the morning while I skip off to the gym. So I "take one for the team" and I sleep in until 5:30 and I miss the gym for six days. And it's Easter time. And I bought way too much candy and I bought candy I like. Do you see where I am headed here? Yes, Fatville.
To make matters more ridiculous, it's the end of the work weight loss challenge. My potential, down the drain. Today, I stopped the madness. I went to the gym and I tracked my food. I also weighed in for the last time at the weight loss challenge. Wait, let's back up. Last night. I pondered what I did to myself over the past two weeks. I weighed myself and I was up three pounds. Crushing. I did NOT want to pay $5. I also did not want anyone to know that I goofed it. What to do? Here's what I did. I laughed as I did these things and I laugh now. I cut my toe nails. I cut my finger nails. I shaved my legs and underarms. I exfoliated my face. I drank a LOT of water. I found the lightest skirt and top for work I have in my closet. This morning, I worked out. I made sure to dry my hair very well after my shower. I was light on the make-up and opted not to wear any jewelry. I considered going commando. Not a good idea for the work place. So I made a good choice to toss that idea. I went to the bathroom three times just to make sure there was no more potty left. (TMI? I don't make you read this, do I?) I made the walk of shame to the weigh-in and in this twenty second walk, I cursed myself for not scheduling a hair cut prior to the final weigh-in. Prior to getting on the scale, I took off my sweater and glasses. Then, I stepped on the scale very lightly. And, of course I held my breath. I was down 1.8 from the last weigh-in. Obviously my home scale is off. I am sure the work "weigh-in" scale is right. I mean, who doesn't eat like a piggy for two weeks, skip work-outs for 10 days and not lose 1.8 pounds? I don't know what to tell you. I actually weight myself twice. I was so confused. Then I grabbed my sweater and got out of there quick-like. And then I started breathing again. I lost a total of 8.6 pounds in our 8 week weight loss challenge.
I am down a total of 16.4 pounds from January 1st. Just 1.6 more until I reach my first goal. Then I'll go for another five and re-evaluate. I'll be working out again tomorrow and packing good food. I need to do something with this Easter candy. The Old Andi would say something like "I'll just finish it off now and then it won't be around to tempt me." It's an option. I could toss it all. Or I can ration it. Or take it to work and make the weight loss champions salivate.
Well, keep reading I expect the next time I write, I will have made my first goal! And just in time for the warmer weather!