It’s been way too long since my last WIW post.
I don’t have any good excuses either.
Sure, I’ve been busy with work, the house, random get togethers and a trip to Vegas, but I could have popped in to report how things were going.
But I didn’t.
To be perfectly honest, the holidays were really hard on my diet (read: I had no self control and ate like it was going out of style)
The last time I weighed in here on the blog, I was up 6 pounds from my awesome low point. After that post I started keeping an eye on things and lost a couple pounds pretty quickly. Mostly salt bloat and water retention if I had to guess.
Then, I stopped caring for a while and skyrocketed up to a number I haven’t seen for a while. A whopping 8.5 pounds over my awesome low point.
So you can see how I didn’t want to weigh in saying, “I gained and then, oh yeah, I gained 2.5 pounds more!”
You can’t even imagine how much I envy people who can eat whatever they want and not gain weight (hello John Paul!). Life without worrying about food would be such bliss.
It’s embarrassing how often I’m thinking about what I’ve already eaten and anticipating what I’m going to eat next. Add to that worrying about what I want to eat or beating myself up about what I shouldn’t have eaten and it’s a big mess.
That picture reminds me of an episode of Friends where Phoebe’s boyfriend at the time (a psychologist) tells Monica to go easy on the cookies because, “they’re just food, they’re not love.” LOL.
I obviously have some kind of emotional attachment to food because for as much will power as I’m able to muster up, it doesn’t seem to stand up to the rationale I’m able to come up with to just forget about the stupid diet and eat.
The likely reason is that there was all kinds of instability growing up. We moved a TON and never knew what dad was going to say or do next, but by golly there was always a delicious, hot meal on the table! It was the peacemaker and the constant in our home.
Worst part is that I’m not even eating crazy junk. When I let loose, it’s an extra helping of dinner or an extra glass of wine. Maybe some chocolate chips or a bowl of ice cream. Now and then I order out at work with everyone else or I have a pancake breakfast with Andy and Grace on the weekend.
I don’t eat fast food. I don’t drink pop or juice or anything other than water, sparkling water, or coffee throughout the day. I don’t eat dessert every night and I don’t even eat meat most days of the week.
I love food though and I love a great glass of wine or an icy cold beer. Apparently I love these things more than my body can handle because I’ve got to restrict everything to a very low level to shed any weight.
Oh, and I’m super sensitive to salt which brings me to my official weigh in (since the last blog entry).
I’m not thrilled but it’s a step in the right direction. And, after the INSANE number that popped up on the scale after all the salty food in Vegas, I’m totally relieved.
A few days of extra water and veggies while cutting out the salt helped me lose 3 pounds overnight. Literally.
For any of you who still bother to keep up with this journey, thank you. I’m honestly giving it my best shot while still living a relatively normal life.
Here’s to a bigger loss next week!