So at the mid week weigh in I had lost 4 pounds. And then slowly I watched it creep back up until I was down a mere pound yesterday. And I was so frustrated. What's the point of working so hard, eating so specifically, if it wasn't going to get me anywhere? Especially the day after my first run, which I felt should have put me down, not up. And I railed. My poor mom had to spend the day listening to me bitch about it while picking at my food.
But then I started to think about it. And I realized that I did Saturday all wrong. After my run, I was running late to work so I grabbed an organic apricot-nut bar. Good. But it wasn't nearly enough to replenish what I had lost. Which would have been fine if I had been able to grab my 6 in turkey and spinach on whole wheat two hours later. But we had a lunch meeting, so I ran to the store and picked up beef jerky and smoked almonds. I needed the salt and the protein, and my options at CVS were very limited. Then Rob and I went for sushi, and at this point I was feeling pretty good about how few calories I had consumed so I decided to give in to a temptation and had a little bit of my ice cream. Which in honest hindsight, probably wasn't so little. So maybe it wasn't so much about being frustrated as being lame.
Yesterday wasn't so bad, I had breakfast and lunch with my mom at Ihop, which you would think would be disastrous, but my breakfast of turkey bacon, scrambled egg sub (which I actually prefer) and five silver dollar buttermilk pancakes was 210 calories. My lunch was spinach salad with grilled chicken, bacon (which I wish I had thought to ask for turkey bacon) an egg and I had cheese on the side. It was good though. And cause breakfast was late, and lunch was at like 3, I didn't even eat dinner. I didn't even snack when I got home.
And this morning, I saw a beautiful thing: 263.4. I lost 3.4 lbs this week. It's a great start toward my 16 in 40. I needed 2.9 a week. It's gonna be good
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