This morning the scales finally moved down. They moved down a whole 0.2 pounds. Ordinarily, I'd be glad for this move. I'd see is as a first small step in the right direction. Not this time. While I'm glad for the loss, I'm not all jazzed up about this being a good thing. Let me fully disclose my day yesterday and see if anyone else agrees.
I had a late breakfast, skipped lunch and then had an early supper. Breakfast was on plan, supper not so much since it was in a restaurant. Even in the best of circumstances it is just hard to know what is really on that plate. Was it really prepared the way I asked or not? Generally a meal out, always means a gain the next day. Add to that, I only drank 3/4 of my general water intake yesterday. The day just did not turn out as expected. It wasn't a bad day by any means, just a different day. I'm OK with that except that it impacted my eating. I should stay in control of that no matter the circumstances. Anyway...
Remember that the other day, I gained two pounds after a textbook perfect day of eating and drinking. I've learned for the most part not to let that bother me. While the gain itself didn't send me in to a tailspin, I did not like the fact that it stayed around so long.
Now, after having a not so on plan day and to have a loss creates a negative reinforcement I don't want. I can just hear myself justifying something by thinking that I lost weight after eating out, so why not eat X. My thought process will go something like this:
If eating on plan = Gain and
Eating out = Loss then
I should eat ice cream.
I am glad for the loss and I am telling myself it could have been more if I'd stayed more with my program yesterday. My body is just weird. I don't know if that is true or not. I'm still telling myself that.
For the record, breakfast was late again today and I've not had lunch yet. But it is ready to eat when it is time. And, I've had all my water. I'm getting back with it. Maybe tomorrow, I can report that the rest of that 2 pounds is gone.
I Need To
2 weeks ago