Gotta blame it on something, right? I gained .2 pounds this week*.
3/1/12 247.2
Pounds lost in 2012: 68
Pounds lost in 2013: 2
1/4 177.2
1/11 175.4
1/18 176.8
1/25 177.0
This was not my best week on plan... I use the word "plan" loosely because if the plan is Weight Watchers, well, I didn't count my points one single day. I didn't go wildly OVER my points, I used good judgement about 80% of the time but I wasn't careful.
This week was exhausting... until I put together enough supplementary income to quit my customer service job altogether, it's going to be difficult to keep up the pace of jumping from job to job- especially because that job is so high pressure and my boss has no concept of how much can get done in the time I'm there, piling waaaay too much on my plate. It was also tech week, which is really fun, especially when it's a show that got on its feet as smoothly as this one did- but the theater is so very far away that each rehearsal cost me about six hours out of my day.
Our animals have been lonely too, so this is what my cat is doing as I'm trying to write this blog:
3/1/12 247.2
Pounds lost in 2012: 68
Pounds lost in 2013: 2
1/4 177.2
1/11 175.4
1/18 176.8
1/25 177.0
This was not my best week on plan... I use the word "plan" loosely because if the plan is Weight Watchers, well, I didn't count my points one single day. I didn't go wildly OVER my points, I used good judgement about 80% of the time but I wasn't careful.
This week was exhausting... until I put together enough supplementary income to quit my customer service job altogether, it's going to be difficult to keep up the pace of jumping from job to job- especially because that job is so high pressure and my boss has no concept of how much can get done in the time I'm there, piling waaaay too much on my plate. It was also tech week, which is really fun, especially when it's a show that got on its feet as smoothly as this one did- but the theater is so very far away that each rehearsal cost me about six hours out of my day.
Our animals have been lonely too, so this is what my cat is doing as I'm trying to write this blog:
Therefore I'm going to keep this short with a summary of good and bad things this week.
Bad things:
1. The only exercise I'm getting is with Stretch and Grow, the preschool fitness class I teach, so it's an hour on Tuesday and two hours on Thursday- not enough. Also, a good rule of thumb is if it's easy enough for a three year old, it probably isn't challenging enough for an adult. Next week I'll have some of my evenings back and I need to get in a good routine of Wii workouts until it's warm enough for jogging again.
2. Not counting my points leads to some poor decision making at the end of the day in terms of dessert. Chris and I have gotten in the habit of getting a little treat on the way home from rehearsal every night, and on the couple of nights we didn't, I raided the kitchen. Granted, there is very, very little IN the kitchen, so I couldn't do too much damage, but I didn't like feeling out of control.
3. There were a couple of Eat All the Things leftovers that I indulged in on Sunday and Monday. Part of what makes Eat All the Things Day work is that it's only once a week. If I buy a quarter pound of peanut butter fudge on Saturday, it needs to be eaten or tossed before I go to bed. This week I'm trying to make sure that I don't bring more into the house than I can eat today. (Sandwich leftovers from Epic Deli excluded, because they will make a fine dinner for tomorrow.)
4. I have not yet gotten in the habit of drinking ALL of my water when I'm not at the office. As I hope the day is coming when I won't have to go into the office at all, I need to learn how to get all my water in at home or in between jobs.
Good things:
1. Last night after our opening performance, the cast went out, and there was pizza, fries and nachos on the table... I sampled a tiny bit of those things but ordered a grilled chicken salad with fat free french dressing for myself. And let me tell you, that salad tasted like sadness. But the self-control felt good.
2. I had to get a physical for work, and the nurse practitioner pronounced that I was disgustingly healthy. It made me grateful for how very rarely I get sick, and I think back on how much foot pain I was in two years ago... when I woke up in the morning in those days, I practically had to crawl to the bathroom. I remember limping my way into Sweeney Todd rehearsals after being on my feet all day, and someone actually asking what had happened. I don't remember what I said, but what I thought was "Nah, my feet just hurt because I make them carry around about 80 more pounds than they should have to". If I hadn't reversed my trajectory, my knees would've probably been suffering by now, too, and my new line of work makes me very grateful for pain-free joints.
3. I have hope that next week will be better, and I am proud that even on a bad week, really, the worst of my sins was eating more peanut butter fudge than necessary one day. Little mistakes, not big ones, which means I'm still on the right track. Next week will be better.
*And next week will be official, because I was too lazy to go to my Weight Watchers meeting today so the number above is what my unreliable home scale says. Next Saturday I wll go to the meeting no matter what! Hold me to it, friends!
Bad things:
1. The only exercise I'm getting is with Stretch and Grow, the preschool fitness class I teach, so it's an hour on Tuesday and two hours on Thursday- not enough. Also, a good rule of thumb is if it's easy enough for a three year old, it probably isn't challenging enough for an adult. Next week I'll have some of my evenings back and I need to get in a good routine of Wii workouts until it's warm enough for jogging again.
2. Not counting my points leads to some poor decision making at the end of the day in terms of dessert. Chris and I have gotten in the habit of getting a little treat on the way home from rehearsal every night, and on the couple of nights we didn't, I raided the kitchen. Granted, there is very, very little IN the kitchen, so I couldn't do too much damage, but I didn't like feeling out of control.
3. There were a couple of Eat All the Things leftovers that I indulged in on Sunday and Monday. Part of what makes Eat All the Things Day work is that it's only once a week. If I buy a quarter pound of peanut butter fudge on Saturday, it needs to be eaten or tossed before I go to bed. This week I'm trying to make sure that I don't bring more into the house than I can eat today. (Sandwich leftovers from Epic Deli excluded, because they will make a fine dinner for tomorrow.)
4. I have not yet gotten in the habit of drinking ALL of my water when I'm not at the office. As I hope the day is coming when I won't have to go into the office at all, I need to learn how to get all my water in at home or in between jobs.
Good things:
1. Last night after our opening performance, the cast went out, and there was pizza, fries and nachos on the table... I sampled a tiny bit of those things but ordered a grilled chicken salad with fat free french dressing for myself. And let me tell you, that salad tasted like sadness. But the self-control felt good.
2. I had to get a physical for work, and the nurse practitioner pronounced that I was disgustingly healthy. It made me grateful for how very rarely I get sick, and I think back on how much foot pain I was in two years ago... when I woke up in the morning in those days, I practically had to crawl to the bathroom. I remember limping my way into Sweeney Todd rehearsals after being on my feet all day, and someone actually asking what had happened. I don't remember what I said, but what I thought was "Nah, my feet just hurt because I make them carry around about 80 more pounds than they should have to". If I hadn't reversed my trajectory, my knees would've probably been suffering by now, too, and my new line of work makes me very grateful for pain-free joints.
3. I have hope that next week will be better, and I am proud that even on a bad week, really, the worst of my sins was eating more peanut butter fudge than necessary one day. Little mistakes, not big ones, which means I'm still on the right track. Next week will be better.
*And next week will be official, because I was too lazy to go to my Weight Watchers meeting today so the number above is what my unreliable home scale says. Next Saturday I wll go to the meeting no matter what! Hold me to it, friends!