About two weeks ago I had a BAD day, and as I always have in the past, I let it get in my head. I let it be an excuse to have a couple more bad days. I told myself "I'll start again tomorrow" (or Monday.. Friday.. or next week.. ) and that was that. After a few days of this I abruptly change my mind. I started to feel awful ~ almost like I had a *food* hangover!
Not only did I stop what I was doing, I went back and tracked EVERYTHING (to the best of my recollection) I ate over those three days. Now this next part is utterly embarrassing: I was NEGATIVE 212 PP, or roughly 13,000 calories, for the week!!!! Ouch.
I took the hit and started fresh the next day. On Friday ~ which is my WI day ~ I showed a 4.6 lb gain. It was SO expected, but still so hard to see.
After all the hard work I had put in. After hitting my 40 lb mark recently. After all the good.
I had nobody to blame but myself.
This week I had a much less bad week. I went to a wine tasting fundraiser with a group of my girl friends ~ which was so much fun. I don't make enough time to spend with them. We tasted all kinds of amazing wines, and a couple liquors. Then a couple of us went out to karaoke since my hubby was the DJ and ended the night with singing and dancing (and maybe some nachos.)
Monday I woke up with a cold, so I have been nursing that all week. I've also been concerned with how many PP my sugar free cough drops and Nyquil have been using!!
This morning I apprehensively stepped on the scale and am happy to report a 0.2 lb loss.
Today I have a new appreciation for tiny losses.
I love my tiny loss.
(((( 0.2 lb loss ))))