Starting Weight:174
Current Weight: 163.8
Starting BMI: 28.1
Current BMI: 26.4
Welp, this week was not the best.... First the good, I made it to the gym Monday and Tuesday, went for a bike ride with my husband Chris on Friday after work, drank tons of water. That's all the good.
As far as food goes the beginning of this week did not go so well because for some reason I decided it was perfectly fine to eat tons of spaghetti on Monday (10lb brain maybe?), then lots of sour cream on my tacos Tuesday. Wednesday I found out that a friends Mom (Jenice) died after a painful battle with cancer. I found out in the early afternoon and thought I was okay, until I went to the gym that night, I just started crying uncontrollably on the treadmill (sweat right?) the rest of the night was just down hill from there and ended with Taco Bell. Thursday was bad because I woke up sick so and spent most of the day in bed.
On top of this, I feel the need to confess that I considered not writing this post, and also considered not reporting my weight (making it so I had no change this week) because I'm disappointed I gained. But how does that help anyone? I joined this project to help myself, and hopefully a few others along the way, and fudging numbers, not being honest, that doesn't help anyone...
As I sit her I have feelings of guilt, I feel guilty for thinking about my weight loss when my friends just lost their mother, on the other end, I feel guilty for being so upset that Jenice is gone, like it's not my turn to be this sad. I'm not sure how to explain what getting this news was like for me, I'm sad because she's gone, I'm sad for her daughters, I'm sad for me, then I'm sad that I'm sad. So much sadness, it's hard to really justify thinking about anything else. Even going to work, I felt guilty.. It seems to me doing anything but being sad, doesn't seem right... But that's not healthy either. The service for Jenice is Monday evening, I feel lucky that I will have the time to go, I feel sad that despite this I cannot possibly do anything to ease this pain for her daughters.
The goals for this week are pretty much the same as last but to take back control of what I put into my body, add in at least one day of strength training to be work-out routine, and to not let myself feel too guilty for going on with my day-to-day.
Jenice, I can't tell you how much of an impact you made in my life, even though I only saw you 1-2 times a year, you lit up the room, and were a true gift. I'm so sad you'll no longer be with popping up when I least expect it, but I know you'll be popping up in my mind. - Love, Melissa
Current Weight: 163.8
Starting BMI: 28.1
Current BMI: 26.4
Welp, this week was not the best.... First the good, I made it to the gym Monday and Tuesday, went for a bike ride with my husband Chris on Friday after work, drank tons of water. That's all the good.
As far as food goes the beginning of this week did not go so well because for some reason I decided it was perfectly fine to eat tons of spaghetti on Monday (10lb brain maybe?), then lots of sour cream on my tacos Tuesday. Wednesday I found out that a friends Mom (Jenice) died after a painful battle with cancer. I found out in the early afternoon and thought I was okay, until I went to the gym that night, I just started crying uncontrollably on the treadmill (sweat right?) the rest of the night was just down hill from there and ended with Taco Bell. Thursday was bad because I woke up sick so and spent most of the day in bed.
On top of this, I feel the need to confess that I considered not writing this post, and also considered not reporting my weight (making it so I had no change this week) because I'm disappointed I gained. But how does that help anyone? I joined this project to help myself, and hopefully a few others along the way, and fudging numbers, not being honest, that doesn't help anyone...
As I sit her I have feelings of guilt, I feel guilty for thinking about my weight loss when my friends just lost their mother, on the other end, I feel guilty for being so upset that Jenice is gone, like it's not my turn to be this sad. I'm not sure how to explain what getting this news was like for me, I'm sad because she's gone, I'm sad for her daughters, I'm sad for me, then I'm sad that I'm sad. So much sadness, it's hard to really justify thinking about anything else. Even going to work, I felt guilty.. It seems to me doing anything but being sad, doesn't seem right... But that's not healthy either. The service for Jenice is Monday evening, I feel lucky that I will have the time to go, I feel sad that despite this I cannot possibly do anything to ease this pain for her daughters.
The goals for this week are pretty much the same as last but to take back control of what I put into my body, add in at least one day of strength training to be work-out routine, and to not let myself feel too guilty for going on with my day-to-day.
Jenice, I can't tell you how much of an impact you made in my life, even though I only saw you 1-2 times a year, you lit up the room, and were a true gift. I'm so sad you'll no longer be with popping up when I least expect it, but I know you'll be popping up in my mind. - Love, Melissa