…I weighed in on Friday, because of advice from Grandma who told me to face the music and get back on track (thanks Grandma!)
I truly was expecting the worst – a gain, the scale groaning under the added weight, maybe instead of numbers flashing, I’d read “Get off! GET OFFFFFFF! You’re killing me!!!!”
I had a 2.2 pound loss at my WI on Friday. This is fabulous and terrible all at the same time; it’s fabulous because I reached another milestone – 20% of my starting body weight, GONE! *happy dance.*
It’s terrible because honestly, I had no business losing any weight after the week I had. I ate all of this:
Fishers popcorn, Thrashers french fries, homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream. PLUS saltwater taffy, Mexican food, McDonalds, Chik-Fil-A, pizza, cheese….all in copious amounts, with no tracking, and practically no exercise. I ran once. ONCE!
I was all geared up for a gain. I was kind of hoping for a gain. I figured with a gain, it would be the kick in the butt I needed to get back on track and stop eating all this junk.
However, I have been fairly OP since Wednesday. This weekend hasn’t been terrible, so perhaps I’m getting back on track. Slowly but surely…