Cheaters never win.
This is the lesson I’m learning when it comes to weight loss.
Sure a little splurge here and there isn’t going to ruin everything, but full on cheating will get you nowhere. Actually, I take that back. Full on cheating will get you more weight.
I really blew it last weekend. Between the wedding on Friday night and mom’s home cooking on Saturday I blew my calorie budget in a major way.
Research has shown that you have to reduce your net calories by 3500 to lose a pound in a week. Let’s just say that I exceeded my weekend budget by more than that number. Ugh.
Today’s Weigh-In: up 1 pound
Total Weight Loss: 8 pounds
I don’t even really know how to feel about this. It’s part of the reason I waited until today to post about it. Well, that and the fact that I stayed up too late on Tuesday night hanging out with my work peeps and went to the Tigers game last night. Go Tigers!
So, today I’m tired and discouraged. And because of my crappy weigh in yesterday morning, I threw caution to the wind last night and ate my body weight in pizza. It was Nikki’s pizza and it was amazing. Oh, and there was that slice of Jet’s pizza for lunch at work. Oy.
If I really think about it, I’ve learned a few things. I’ve learned that feeling super full is awful. While I may love chowing down on a big meal, I really hate that “so full I feel sick” feeling that follows. Not to mention the nagging guilt. I ate like that at the wedding since I was going to make that my 1 cheat day of the week. The dinner was good, but I missed out on a lot of dancing because I was so full. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and fall asleep until the full feeling went away.
That’s not fun at all. And that’s definitely not worth blowing my calorie budget for. I learned that I’d rather feel a little hungry at the end of the day than feel so full that I’m miserable.
I’ve also been slowly learning that food doesn’t have to be a key player in having fun. I’m really disciplined all week long and then the weekend comes and I just lose it. It seems crazy to me that all my discipline dissolves come Friday night.
Why is that?
I have plenty of enjoyable week nights curled up on the couch with Andy, Mad Men and a small bowl of popcorn. Why don’t I carry that over into the weekend too? Why do I suddenly feel like I won’t have any fun if I don’t cheat on my diet?
There’s probably some deep psychological reason for it and I could probably even dissect it, but I’m not going to. I’m just going to resolve to be more disciplined on the weekends.
I’ve learned that “treats” are more enjoyable in small doses and when they are “earned.” So, here goes another week.
I’m not giving up. I’m going to try harder and make myself get to the gym! Wish me luck…
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