You see, last week, with my weight creeping ever-closer to my first goal of losing 30 lbs before my 30th birthday, I had a comment from my good pal Nicole, suggesting I do a post on what exactly it is that I’ve been doing to lose weight over the past few months.
Admit it, Nicole. You were just sick of the Prison Break stuff, right? (You and everyone else. I know.)
Regardless. I liked the suggestion, and I had high hopes of hitting that 30 lb. mark when I weighed in this morning. To celebrate, I was going to share the tips, tricks, secrets, and philosophies that have carried me through these past 11 weeks.
But then… the weekend happened.
In all it’s foody glory.
If there’s one thing about me that has NOT changed since I embarked on this weight loss/healthy living project, it is my willpower when it comes to food. I keep mostly healthy, clean foods in my home now, because if the snacks and junk are there… I will seek them out.
When they are right in front of me? I can.not.resist.them.
I am a food addict, plain and simple. Recovering. But still an addict just the same. That will never change.
I had my little Brittany’s 19th birthday dinner (and all the treats that went with it all day long) on Friday; I went out to dinner with my mom on Saturday; there was a delicious fundraiser brunch hosted by the local Lionettes on Sunday; Mom made a mouth-watering stuffed pork tenderloin with all the fixin’s for Sunday dinner'; and then we had lunch out yesterday at a Tex-Mex place in Renfrew.
Oh, and Easter Eggs. My mom has peanut butter Easter Eggs floating around her house. Just try and stop me.
So of course, all of this was reflected back at me when I stepped on the scales this morning.
The good news: I didn’t gain weight. In fact, I actually still lost a few ounces. Phewf.
The bad news: I’m still over a pound away from reaching that magical number of 30. And Easter Weekend is on the horizon… *sigh*
Now, all this being said… here’s a little sneak peak at one of the biggest “tips” that I’ve carried with me thus far on this journey: When you have a bad day, just let it go. Don’t carry it with you. When you wake up the next morning, act like it never happened and strive to do better today. Treat each day as a clean slate.
In this case, it was kind of a whole weekend issue. Weekends in general are more difficult for me to stick to a healthy eating plan, but this one was by far one of my worst to date.
And yet, I got up today, and even with the discouragement on the scales, I just brushed it off. Today’s a new day, and another chance to get it right.
I also reflect back on what I ate this weekend, and can’t help but note that even though it’s been one of my worst weekends so far with food, it’s still LEAPS & BOUNDS better than my old eating habits.
For one, I’m still not allowed to have french fries due to my Lenten promises, so while I did have several meals out, I made sure to have salads instead of those delicious golden deep-fried delicacies. I also made sure to have my Shakeology each day, and I didn’t miss a work-out, so I had that going for me. My portions were moderate (except when it came to the almonds on Brenda’s counter Friday afternoon… and the Birthday Cake Oreos that I woofed into me, leading Britt’s boyfriend to ask me, “How’s that diet going, Jill?” Smartass.)
You win some. You lose some. By and large, the progress is still there. I was well aware of what I was doing as I shoved the yumminess into my mouth this weekend, very conscious of the fact that I would pay for this, and then begrudgingly logged it all in my food diary at MyFitnessPal, even though it pushed my daily caloric intake way higher than I like to see it.
Three months ago, I was just eating with wild abandon, not caring about the calories, and stowing away shocking quantities of junk.
So yeah. It’s progress.
But the celebratory “I LOST 30 LBS HOLY SMOKES AM I EVER HAPPY AND HERE’S HOW I DID IT!!!” post?
It has to wait.
In other news… I hardly watched Prison Break at all this weekend. I only have 2 discs left of the final season, and I’m seriously starting to panic. I don’t want it to end. It’s like I’ve called a complete halt to it all, because I’m not ready to let it go.
I really don’t know what I’m going to do without Michael Scofield in my life every single day.
See? I clearly have bigger problems than a weekend of binge-eating, don’t I?
Happy Tuesday, friends. :)