Today was the fearful monthly weigh-in and measure day.
Cough.
When these days approach I have bad dreams, and sometimes have "questionable behavior." That is, my eating behaviors. So let's start backwards.
THE UGLY
It started Friday. I was invited to a friend's military retirement party. The food buffet had the typical stuff, also some fruit and cheeses and some salad and light sandwiches.
But the potatoes, oh, those potatoes.
Small new potatoes they were, cooked to a perfection with lovely seasoning. I couldn't get enough of them. I had three helpings. They were so good. I wasn't done in by any sort of dessert! (Surprise, surprise.)
Saturday I was doing pretty well, until about dinnertime. I had exercised my butt off for an hour, ate some kimbap for lunch, was being pretty healthy all day. Then Ken started sending me subliminal messages from his sleep (I really read his mind, I did) ... he was dreaming about eating pizza ... so I ordered some. Domino's was having this deal ... and I couldn't help myself. I had ordered three small pizzas one with regular crust with extra cheese and pepperoni for Ken. He also got an order of chicken wings. Two other one-topping pizzas were thin crust. They had light cheese and light sauce. One was extra mushroom and the other was barbecue chicken. I had also ordered a vegetable sandwich with basically no cheese. So I sat there and ate my sandwich ... and my little 10 inch mushroom pizza. Ken and I then split the barbecue pizza. Yeah ... not my finest moment. Pizza is one of my favorite food groups, you know.
Sunday I was a good girl and stayed within my points. And rode my bike.
Monday I drove to East End (30 minute drive there, one way) to sub a Weight Watchers meeting there. I had only exercised 30 minutes that day and by the time I was done with the meeting (it was 7 by this time) I was exhausted and didn't feel like cooking. We had nothing in the house, anyway. So I went to Sonic on the way home. Got two of those new hot dogs (Chicago and Baha-style). Hey, they had veggies on it! And I ate a large sweet potato tots. My dinner was 30 points. Thirty. Points.
Tuesday I was determined to work out my ass off. I reduced my point intake by 10 (to eat 20 over the day) and then I exercised another 10 points worth off. (One hour of strength and a 45 minute bike ride.) I woke up at 5 in the morning to try to accomplish this. And then I also had my full work day and did a WW meeting. Sigh.
Yesterday I tried to reduce my caloric intake again by 10 points, but that didn't work. I stayed within my 30 points. I did a sculp/cardio workout with Jillian in the morning for 30 minutes.
THE BAD
So this morning I got on the scale with a little trepidation, but I didn't think it would be all that awful. I had been exercising like I was supposed to for several weeks. I figured I would feel confident when I weighed myself.
Not so much.
Last month, remember I had lost 2.6 pounds. This month, I gained that back plus an extra pound. When I whined at Ken, he commented that we DID eat fast food this week, more than normal. So I should attribute it to that, too.
THE GOOD
So I also measured myself. I lost a total of two inches this month. One inch of my waist and a half-inch off of each upper thigh. The rest stayed the same.
The real positive to look at is losing that inch around the waist. Sure, it probably could have been more if I was more diligent in good eating habits. I've been focusing more on making sure I get that hour for five to six days a week.
Many of you may or may not know that losing inches around the waist is one of the hardest things to do. And I have said before I want to try to focus on losing inches than losing pounds. However the number you see at the scales is still a big motivator and hindrance. I am 16 pounds over goal weight. I need to get that off.
I remember my first go round on this losing the weight thing five years ago. It came off fast since I was such a food nazi. I don't want to be that strict, but need to make more behavior changes. I loved being 17 pounds under the highest weight for my size. There is a 33 pound difference between when I was that weight and now. I'd like to get down to the middle of that. Just so I can fit into all those pants and dresses I have sitting in my closet!!!
So you guys know my goals! Lost that 16 pounds. And ultimately, lose another 9 inches of fat around my bust, waist and hips. My measurements right now are 39 (mid bust), 35 (natural waist), 41 (widest part of hips.) It would be nice to get each of those down by three. I think I can do it. Maybe. I did have a 27 inch waist when I was 14. (I was also 5-foot-6 at the time.) I don't plan on ever being that small ... ever. ;)