This week, behaviorally, was great, the best I've had since before Christmas. I tracked every day but yesterday, I got my water in every day but one, I exercised every day but one (if it wasn't a Stretch and Grow day, I got on the Wii and did a little workout)- but the scale was not being friendly.
There are a few reasons why that could be... I was sore every day after my longer Stretch and Grow sessions, so my muscles might be repairing themselves and retaining a little water to do that. I've also lost weight the last two weeks in a row (although my stats don't reflect that because I wussed out three weeks ago and reported my generous home scale number), so I might just be due for a gain anyway.
But then yesterday happened... last year I handled Valentine's Day so well! This year, not so much. My awesome Chris gave me breakfast in bed, by which I mean he brought me a box of chocolates before he left for work. And I ate like 90 percent of them. So I left for my own job, but in the car I started feeling that special feeling you get in your tummy when you've had chocolate for breakfast, so I also stopped for an Egg White Delight. I meant to skip lunch (which I know isn't a good long run idea) to save calories for dinner, but I was just in automatic pilot mode at work, threw the lunch in the microwave and didn't remember that I had planned to skip until the food was already heated in front of me. At which point, I should've said "Yes, it's a waste to throw this away, but it's also a waste to eat it because my body doesn't need these calories, between what I ate this morning and what I plan to eat tonight." But I didn't. I ate it.
Then last night... ohmygosh. We went to Texas de Brazil, which is a special treat for us just a couple of times a year, and I plain and simple ate too much. See, at most restaurants, the moment of temptation comes when you're looking at the menu and making your decision. But at Brazilian steakhouses, they bring the temptation to your table directly. Over and over again. While I didn't go overboard on anything, I had a little bit of everything, and my tummy hurt by the time we left.
So, the scale that was unfriendly all week long is my arch enemy this morning, and if I were going to weigh in, I can tell you based on what my home scale says that I would be up at least five pounds, maybe seven. It is INCREDIBLY frustrating to me that I was perfectly well behaved for five days, struggled yesterday, and have that huge a gain to show for it.
I would honestly still go and face the music at the meeting anyway- but Weight Watchers hasn't called yet, I really believe they are going to this week, and if they ask what my current weight is (and they sure did at my initial interview), I'd have to tell them I weigh over five pounds more than I did when I talked to them last. It's not just embarrassing, but could hurt my chances at the job. Leaders need to be in the healthy weight range before you can run a meeting, although you can begin training if you only have a little to lose. At the interview, I got to say "Only four pounds to go!"- but the number this week might reflect more than ten pounds to go, and that's not okay. They might not take me.
Next week, come hell or high water or girly issues (one of those three is far more likely than the others)- I will go to that meeting, get on the scale and deal with whatever it says. This week, I'm playing hooky and giving myself a little grace.