Well, some weeks you get out of it what you put into it... last week, I did not deserve my little gain. This week, I deserved every ounce of it. I gained 2.6 pounds this week. Wah-waaaaah.
3/1/12 247.2
2/16/13 170.4
Pounds lost in March: .7
Pounds lost in April: 3.5
Pounds lost in May: 7.0
Pounds lost in June: 7.1
Pounds lost in July: +3.8
Pounds lost in August: 2.0
Pounds lost in September: 2.4
Pounds lost in October: +10
Pounds lost in November: 5.0
12/1/13 179.6
12/7/13 178.8
12/14/13 175.8
12/21/13 176.8
12/28/13 179.4
What went wrong:
Remember a couple of weeks ago, how I described my workplace as not being the kind of place where people bring in treats? That all changed this week. One of our vendors sent my company an enormous collection of Harry and David chocolates.
3/1/12 247.2
2/16/13 170.4
Pounds lost in March: .7
Pounds lost in April: 3.5
Pounds lost in May: 7.0
Pounds lost in June: 7.1
Pounds lost in July: +3.8
Pounds lost in August: 2.0
Pounds lost in September: 2.4
Pounds lost in October: +10
Pounds lost in November: 5.0
12/1/13 179.6
12/7/13 178.8
12/14/13 175.8
12/21/13 176.8
12/28/13 179.4
What went wrong:
Remember a couple of weeks ago, how I described my workplace as not being the kind of place where people bring in treats? That all changed this week. One of our vendors sent my company an enormous collection of Harry and David chocolates.
The first day, I had a good excuse- I was totally caught off guard. I work about ten feet away from the table where those chocolates landed, and I walk right by that table about thirty times a day. If it had been a cake or something like that it would've been easier to just have a little piece and be done with it, but each chocolate was a little bite sized piece of heaven and I was popping one into my mouth every time I walked by. The second day, I should've gone in with a game plan... I should've told coworkers to keep me out of it, I should've asked if we could move the treats back to the shipping department to let them have some too, or at the very least I should've had the inner strength to say "That was good, but I had it yesterday and I don't need to have it again." I didn't.
If the workplace-chocolate-spread were an isolated incident, it would've been okay. But as it so often does, one bad decision led to another and another and another, and by the time I got to Christmas Day, I had that feeling of "Eh, I've already blown it for the week." I didn't do the workout I had planned, and I didn't drink any water, and I sure as heck didn't count my points (didn't count them one single day this week, as a matter of fact). Christmas Day, I really did try to stick to my one-plate-of-treats-and-then-sit-down plan, but more food kept appearing on the snack table as the day went on and it didn't seem fair to skip it. I mean, I wouldn't want to hurt the meatballs' feelings.
Then on Christmas night, after everyone had gone home, I started feeling sad that it was all over. I had to go to work the next day and I was dreading all of the "You ruined Christmas because I didn't get my package!" emails I was going to have to deal with. I started feeling sorry for myself, which is a trigger. So I hauled out some leftover snacks (oh, family, why did you leave so much food behind? You probably didn't want the temptation either) and went to town. The day after Christmas, I was still feeling rotten about what happened, totally defeated as far as how the week had gone, so I overindulged after dinner, too many Christmas sweets, cause I couldn't bring myself to throw them away.
But to end on a more positive note, here's what went right:
I drank my water every day but Christmas. It's a firmly ingrained habit at work, and even when I was eating too much chocolate, I didn't let that one go.
I think I got it out of my system and I won't struggle on New Year's Eve. I'm sure Mom and I will put our heads together and come up with a mostly healthy spread like last year. I'm confident that I can take this week's (and last week's) gain off pretty quickly.
I went to my Weight Watcher's meeting this morning and owned up to my mistakes. Weight gains, both deserved and undeserved, are part of the process, and I'm in this thing with both feet.
I also have a (for now) secret motivation to lose at least .6 pounds this week... I'll share more about that next week, but meanwhile send me positive vibes to hit 178.8.
That's enough for this year, I think. Here's to starting 2014 with a bang!
If the workplace-chocolate-spread were an isolated incident, it would've been okay. But as it so often does, one bad decision led to another and another and another, and by the time I got to Christmas Day, I had that feeling of "Eh, I've already blown it for the week." I didn't do the workout I had planned, and I didn't drink any water, and I sure as heck didn't count my points (didn't count them one single day this week, as a matter of fact). Christmas Day, I really did try to stick to my one-plate-of-treats-and-then-sit-down plan, but more food kept appearing on the snack table as the day went on and it didn't seem fair to skip it. I mean, I wouldn't want to hurt the meatballs' feelings.
Then on Christmas night, after everyone had gone home, I started feeling sad that it was all over. I had to go to work the next day and I was dreading all of the "You ruined Christmas because I didn't get my package!" emails I was going to have to deal with. I started feeling sorry for myself, which is a trigger. So I hauled out some leftover snacks (oh, family, why did you leave so much food behind? You probably didn't want the temptation either) and went to town. The day after Christmas, I was still feeling rotten about what happened, totally defeated as far as how the week had gone, so I overindulged after dinner, too many Christmas sweets, cause I couldn't bring myself to throw them away.
But to end on a more positive note, here's what went right:
I drank my water every day but Christmas. It's a firmly ingrained habit at work, and even when I was eating too much chocolate, I didn't let that one go.
I think I got it out of my system and I won't struggle on New Year's Eve. I'm sure Mom and I will put our heads together and come up with a mostly healthy spread like last year. I'm confident that I can take this week's (and last week's) gain off pretty quickly.
I went to my Weight Watcher's meeting this morning and owned up to my mistakes. Weight gains, both deserved and undeserved, are part of the process, and I'm in this thing with both feet.
I also have a (for now) secret motivation to lose at least .6 pounds this week... I'll share more about that next week, but meanwhile send me positive vibes to hit 178.8.
That's enough for this year, I think. Here's to starting 2014 with a bang!