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On the way home, I stopped to get some lunch and ordered a burrito. I often buy a burrito and cut it into thirds to have for lunch all week. That makes the points reasonable (5.5 points rather than the 18 points for the whole thing). I ate the whole thing. And I was very full, but still wanted a little something to top it off. I ate my normal 100-calorie chocolate covered pretzels. I was satisfied and I cut out and sewed a quilt top the rest of the afternoon. But I felt lethargic and hated the top--too pastel (I really don't care for a bunch of pastels...need spunk!). I sat in Doug's chair and watched TV until he came home. I teared up at commercials...
When Doug arrived home, I told him that I wasn't reacting well to the weight gain and I knew it was hormones...but it was still a problem. All the signs were there. Eating and can't get full, lethargic, fluid retention, tearing up at commercials. Yes, it was hormones.
Okay, so we decided to make pizzas for dinner. We make them from scratch, individual ones. I make a good veggie pizza and I thought that would be a nice topper for the day. Ooops...out of pizza sauce. Doug decided to use salsa as the sauce. I just acted cranky. Made a salad. I baked a bag of tater tots. Acted cranky. Decided to make a veggie foccaca breadish kind of thing. I ate everything, plus ranch dressing for the tater tots (which I hate...I really hate. I had the bag here for a visit by my grandgirl but forgot to make her some of them. I still hate tater tots. But I ate them!).
I thought that if it really is about the journey, if I really do want to explore all the good and bad and interesting and not as helpful things I do to help myself or to sabotage myself, then I need to write this all down. I didn't react well to a small weight up. I took that out by eating a larger lunch than I would normally do (although having a burrito for lunch before WW was nothing!). I was cranky. I wanted to eat something sinful and ignore that there is something important called portion control. I wanted not to care.
I also knew as I got ready for bed that it was over. I knew the next day would be back to normal.
I tracked it all. I didn't go over weekly and daily points. I was saved by the weekly points. But even if I wasn't over points, the choices were interesting. To quote Scarlett O'Hara, "After all...Tomorrow is another day."
I don't see any change in my weekly picture. But I guess the big changes are over for now. Small changes. Doug says he can see some difference.
And so the beat goes on. peace~~
4 comments:
Yes, tomorrow is another day, I have to keep reminding myself. You can do this, you have come so far, and tomorrow, you will feel differently. Way to go girl, keep up the good work!
Oh dear, I have been there and done that too. You are exactly right - tomorrow is another day. One backslide doesn't spoil it forever, put it behind you and forge ahead. You have already accomplished what a lot of people are unable to do. I am still here cheering for you. (Doncha see me in my saddle oxfords and short skirt??? Lola is tearing up, er, holding the pom poms!)
Well, I guess you showed the scale and weight gain. lol Isn't it funny how our human side shows up and the most inconvenient times? But we are taught that one bad day is just one bad day so back on the horse tomorrow. I'm rooting for you.
You CAN do this and tomorrow is another day, so hang in there, dear Polly! So glad I got to talk to you on Saturday! Keep on keeping on, my Polly!!
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