WARNING: This blog post is not sunshine and daisies...
Had quite a weekend... both good and bad. I don't even know where to start.
Went line dancing, Friday night and had sooo much fun. It was a completely new experience. I went because I was invited by a group and there was a class, so it helped to get me there, you know? There was tons of people there all moving in quasi unison and then the really experienced ones would twirl. And then on the outskirts of the dance floor there would be couples sashaying in unison doing their own line dance. I only see that stuff in the movies! (laughing) It was so neat. Poor me, I was so lost. And I'm a good dancer too! But I only got one of the five dances. I was a hot mess, but who cares, you know? (lol) And boy me with my caramel skin and long dreadlocks and sandals (I don't have any cowboy boots), I stuck out like a sore thumb. I mean, waaaaaay out...(lol). All part of the fun...(laughing).
Then salsa dancing was Saturday night. This was kind of a bust, because everyone who said they were going didn't and then the one guy there who said he could dance, couldn't! I felt so lied to... (ha)... but the venue was off the chain, so at least I found a new night spot.
I have a friend staying with me. More on that later. And I have gained weight. In one week!!! I'm up 6 pounds since my wonderfully amazing weigh in last weekend. I thought I was firmly planted in the 180's but not so.
Sat AM (9/04) - 187
Sun PM - 185
Mon AM - 185
Wed AM - 187, what???
Fri AM - 189!!! WHAT?!?!
Sun AM (9/12) - 191!!!
I thought I had started such a good week, but I guess it progressively just got out of control. Quite a few factors involved, I suppose.
RECAP of Timeline:
Sat AM (9/04) - 187, good, just one pound off my weekly goal. Ran 5K Sat PM.
Sun PM - 185, I was amazed! No doubt, thanks to the 5K while doing good with my calories. Well on my way to hitting goal of 184 by the end of the week.
Mon AM - 185, excellent maintaining! It was Labor Day and I still stayed in my calorie range, no treating. Very happy. Very hopeful I could drop one pound by end of week.
Tues PM - No weigh in. A friend came in to stay with me for a week. She is very high maintenance and odd beyond belief and incredibly stubborn and slow-paced, and we often clash on a million things but she needed a place to stay while job hunting and interviewing, so I said ok. So I was half looking forward to it and half not. She arrived and my resilience was strong, so she didn't throw me off my routine. Calories on track. Exercise on track. I'm expecting a great weigh in.
Wed AM - 187, what??? 2 lbs in several, consecutive "on track" days?!? Mass confusion. Then by the evening, I was out of groceries and my prepared meals. I mean, my whole kitchen was just barren. And I didn't get paid till Friday. I always try to plan ahead to avoid this, but money is so tight it often doesn't work, and I don't have any help so... (sigh). The friend was in town on a budget too, so little help there. I had to resort to purchasing fast food, the cheapest healthiest I could get - salads, chili, baked potato, chicken - nothing crazy. I did so and STILL stayed in my calorie ranges. I was doing good.
Thur AM - No weigh in. Tracking food every day and staying in my calorie range and exercising. All week I exercised, alternating running and ST. I was doing awesome.
Fri AM - 189!!! WITW?!? How could this be?!? I'm so frustrated by this point. I was having great "on track" days all week and the week prior, and gaining weight? By afternoon, I just didn't care anymore. I started treating. Not crazy, but definitely taking part in a Mint Milano or two... or five... (lol). It was frustration. On top of that, with my friend staying with me, my resilience was diminishing. The high maintenance of she was starting to get to me... on top of that she claims she has a sinus infection. She could or she couldn't. She is a classic hypochondriac. Have you ever lived with someone constantly phlegming and sniffing and snorting and huffing and coughing nonstop? It's disgusting... Friday night line dancing with her was a quite testing, but I get over it.
Sat AM - I don't weigh in. I'm just uncaring and frustrated. Unfortunately Saturday night with the friend out to salsa was like a nightmare. My short fuse is officially blown and I have lost my patience. Every second is me holding my tongue and trying to handle just being nice.
Sun AM - 191. I am so ticked at the scale. And I'm so tired and stressed out with the friend. I am just eating as a comfort. She's driving me crazy as I was afraid she would. And she's still snorting and phlegming. It's gross. But I was out being active ALL weekend long. In addition, that very afternoon, the friend and I went to a street festival and were walking around for at least two hours, little eating. So I had been very active.
So that brings us to today. Monday. I didn't weigh in because I half forgot, and half just wanted to get out of the house. Plus I half don't want to know. The friend is driving me crazy and all I want to do is lose this weight. I feel like my stomach is fat again...(ha)...like it all went right back to my belly. But, tomorrow the friend leaves, and I can be back on track for sure.
Gosh. Who knew a houseguest could be so flippin stressful, especially this one...(whew! sorry, I had to let that one out). So I am mentally exhausted and very disappointed in the weight gain. Have to dock my scale back again. Grrr!!!! I hate that.
But, alas... I did have a nice eventful weekend. In evaluating my overall state, I'm good. I'm not feeling guilty or remorseful (which doesn't help anything). Also I'm in good spirits... not at all down in the dumps, just annoyed and stressed, but in good spirits. I can attribute that to a few things - I've been exercising regularly so lots of endorphins, I've done several new "physically active" activities over the weekend, and even though she drives me nuts, when she acts normal, it's nice having her for a visit.
So, I am on my feet ready to tackle this stupid weight gain foolishness. I will get to my finish line...someday ...(laughing)... I think that's the key to this whole journey. Perseverance. You just can't give up. Day in and day out we have to roll with the punches and deal with everything in our lives... all with our weight loss/health journeys constantly in mind. Therefore getting down on ourselves doesn't help. It hurts, it hinders, it slows us down. We have to just get back up the very next second we can.
So sorry about the rant. Had to get it out! Ha. This is just my report that I backslid (again!!!), but I'm getting right back up, come my friend's departure.
I know I'm not supposed to compare my weight loss with others, but I'm amazed at how some of you guys can shed 3-4 pounds in a week and keep going. What is your secret?
It would just be nice to see the 180's again, you know? Thanks for "listening". *Hugs* to everyone.
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