Okay, here’s the deal: I’m not so good at following through. I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a flake, I am generally on time and haven’t made a habit of breaking commitments with other people but when it comes to commitments to myself... Not so great. Not so good at all, actually.
I have my blogger page listed in my favourites and every time I see it, I feel a little pang of guilt because I know I should be updating here every day... or at least every week but I have been radio silent for quite some time. The other day, however, my facebook pal reminded me of my blog (thanks Emily!) and so here I am... with my tail between my legs.
All the excuses I have for not updating the blog, for not sticking to my diet plan, my exercise plan or... well, anything... are pretty standard. If you do any research on weight loss, you start to learn that there really are very few unique stories. Most people fall into the same traps, the same patterns and bad habits and I am just one of the many. That’s not supposed to be a grab for pity, it just makes it equally understandable and frustrating because it’s like, “I want to lose weight, but keep trying and failing” and the answer is: “Join the club”.
So here’s the good news: I haven’t gained back the weight I lost on the first week of the detox. I think I got a little too cocky with my first week’s success, though, because I kept thinking: “If I only have to lose a pound a week, I am ahead of the game and don’t have to worry about.” Stupid, stupid. Here’s the other good news: The weight I did lose was with very minimal exercise. To me, that means that if I can get my ass in gear for exercising I will be more successful.
Here’s the bad news: I hate exercising. I can’t even pretend that I like yoga and playing tennis and making an idiot out of myself at aerobics. It’s just not my bag. I think I can make myself do it... but let’s be clear: I will not be “super pumped”. I will schlep my extra 50+ pounds to the gym and work around my bouncy boobs and extra padding, but it will not feel good. Not for a while, anyway. Everything is just so much harder when you are carrying around an Olsen Twin on your back (and front).
The rest of my life has been a bit of a gong show lately. I have decided that I am living in one of two situations: 1) I have horrible luck and bad things happen to and around me on a pretty constant basis or 2) I have the coping skills of a teething 2 year old. I’ve decided not to speculate too much on which one of those is correct because that will just lead to long, self-deprecating mid-twenties crises and a giant Pity Party that won’t help anything.
Here’s a bit of a run down on what you’ve missed on “Stephanie TV” since I disappeared:
- My stomach started to get a lot more stable once the anti-biotics and everything were done, but has since taken to randomly flaring up every couple of days for reasons I can’t quite figure out.
- My job has finally agreed to let me go down to 3 days a week, but only temporarily and only by switching my actual position. Although I make the same hourly wage, I consider it a big “step down” in terms of job responsibilities. Considering I was bored to tears before, I am now driving myself insane. Fewer days at work means less stress for me but also less money for us, which is never a good thing.
- Adrian (who, by the way, has done incredibly well and lost about 15 lbs and has been exercising really regularly) is at a pretty major cross roads for his career and instead of being happy about the new options he is being given (including one with a significant pay raise and expense account), he is just getting super stressed. Super stressed hubby = Incredibly grumpy hubby = very stressful home life.
- Our home renovations for the flood we had in November have finally completed “Phase 1”, but it has been a huge pain in my ass for the last 6 weeks. It also means that now we have to cough up $1,000 to our insurance company to replace our floors for “Phase 2”. It also means we finally get our kitchen back, which has been unusable for a lot of the past couple of months. Yet another excuse I have been using for not sticking to my meal plans, etc.
- I switched my anxiety medication to one at a higher dose which seems to be helping a little, but it was a tough transition and made me feel really shite for a while. It’s better now, but does leave me with the worst taste in my mouth pretty much all the time. I am hoping that this new one doesn’t have any negative impact on my weight loss – I think it is pretty rare that it causes major issues but with my luck you never know!
- The other big possibility is that Adrian may join the RCMP and if he does, will be gone for 6 months and take a significant pay cut. Since we don’t know what’s happening, it is always playing on my mind. If we are BOTH making less money, it’s gonna be really hard to get the bills paid and our house assessment has really gone down this year.
So that’s the big stuff that’s been happening and to say I’ve been feeling a wee bit stressed would be a ridiculous understatement. Stress = Not good for weight loss. Well, Stress = Not good for anything - Especially when you have a pretty considerable anxiety disorder.
I feel like Adrian is at this really definite cross roads in terms of his career and it’s going to really affect what the next several years of our lives will look like. It will determine a lot of whether or not I can go back to school like I want to, when we can afford to buy a proper house, when we can try to start a family, what our income will look like for extra things like holidays to see his family, etc. It is a lot of “wait and see”ing at this point, which I have never been very good at.
The bottom line, though, is that I know it is easy to get caught up in all the drama that might be going on around you but that your health really does have to take priority. For me, this includes the other bombs my body tends to drop on me but I know that it also includes my weight. I know that if I DO want to start a family soon and do all these other things, I HAVE to get some weight off first. I just wish I knew how to focus in on that and make it happen.
Now that I am off Tuesdays and Thursdays, I am thinking it would be a good day to “schedule” in sessions at the gym. I am already paying the membership, I might as well go! It also gives me a day during the week to go out and get groceries without the long line-ups (well, at Costco anyway) and have more time to prepare/cook with an actual meal plan. That’s what I am hoping for, anyway. Tomorrow is the start of a new week, so I guess we’ll just see how it goes!
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Weekly Review and Weigh In: Week 3
Welcome, very late, to Week 3!
As I've already mentioned, I went radio silent for a while and a lot of that has had to do with the fact that I really haven't been feeling well. When I don't feel well, I don't go out. When I don't feel well, I don't eat very much. When I don't feel well, I don't exercise. When I don't feel much, basically, not much happens in my life. When not much happens outside of watching hours of TV and reading books, there is very little to blog about. Unless you all want to hear my opinions on the NBC primetime line up... :)
This might just be one of the challenges that I am going to have for the next 50 weeks and possibly longer than that: Even though I feel like crap, I still want to lose weight. The answer might be that I simply need to Suck It Up more. My Suck It Up skills, though... they aren't so great. I am more of a "Lie down and sleep until everything feels better" kinda girl. I am not above admitting that this might be part of the problem...
Anyway, the week went by without any major disasters in terms of weight loss. I'm sure I had a few things that I shouldn't have eaten, but I know that you have to be able to forgive yourself and just move on from slip-ups so that's what I plan to do.
Anyway, here is my Weigh In:
Weigh In: NO CHANGE
Overall Progress: LOSS – 7 lbs
Goal at this point: 2 lbs lost (which means I am still ahead by 5 lbs, woo!)
As I've already mentioned, I went radio silent for a while and a lot of that has had to do with the fact that I really haven't been feeling well. When I don't feel well, I don't go out. When I don't feel well, I don't eat very much. When I don't feel well, I don't exercise. When I don't feel much, basically, not much happens in my life. When not much happens outside of watching hours of TV and reading books, there is very little to blog about. Unless you all want to hear my opinions on the NBC primetime line up... :)
This might just be one of the challenges that I am going to have for the next 50 weeks and possibly longer than that: Even though I feel like crap, I still want to lose weight. The answer might be that I simply need to Suck It Up more. My Suck It Up skills, though... they aren't so great. I am more of a "Lie down and sleep until everything feels better" kinda girl. I am not above admitting that this might be part of the problem...
Anyway, the week went by without any major disasters in terms of weight loss. I'm sure I had a few things that I shouldn't have eaten, but I know that you have to be able to forgive yourself and just move on from slip-ups so that's what I plan to do.
Anyway, here is my Weigh In:
Weigh In: NO CHANGE
Overall Progress: LOSS – 7 lbs
Goal at this point: 2 lbs lost (which means I am still ahead by 5 lbs, woo!)
Bad, bad blogger!
I guess I have some splaining to do! I have disappeared off the face of the blogosphere after promising to try and write something almost every day.
I don't have any great excuses, I haven't been feeling well and not much has been going on so I let it slide... but I shouldn't have. I know my adoring public has probably been worried sick, so here I am!
I will be writing some new updates tonight to let you all know what has been happening, but this is just a quick wave of the eHand to say I am still alive. Alive, and blogging!
I don't have any great excuses, I haven't been feeling well and not much has been going on so I let it slide... but I shouldn't have. I know my adoring public has probably been worried sick, so here I am!
I will be writing some new updates tonight to let you all know what has been happening, but this is just a quick wave of the eHand to say I am still alive. Alive, and blogging!
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Panic! At the Costco
I named this post like I did for two reasons: 1) Panic! At the Disco is the most ridiculous name for a band, but gets stuck in my head whenever I talk about panic and 2) The first place I ever had a bad anxiety attack was in a supermarket. Several years ago, I was in the UK and I went across the street from the house I was living in to Sainsburys grocery store. I hadn’t been feeling well and within moments of arriving, I knew I was really ill and I had to literally run home. After that, every time I went into the Sainsburys I would get a bad feeling in my stomach and would start to feel nervous. This happened over and over again until I couldn’t even go into any grocery store for fear of getting sick, panicking or both.
One of the things that I said I would mention and update my progress on over these 50 weeks is my anxiety issues. It was an important thing for me to address in a public forum because I think that anxiety attacks and panic disorders of any kind, like most issues within the realm of “mental health” can be so taboo to talk about and are so often so misunderstood. I am a big believer in our body being an entirely connected system and that changing one thing can create a domino effect throughout the rest of the body. I think this works in both positive and negative ways, and I am hoping to see this for myself with tangible changes that come with the positive changes I am making in my life.
Although my digestive issues and other health problems that, in hindsight, were probably connected (eczema, insomnia, mild depression) started when I was really young, I did not develop the extreme anxiety and panic that I deal with now.
The actual event of a panic attack is very hard to describe in real terms and can be impossible for someone who has never experienced this sort of panic to understand. I think that there is a misconception that it is just being really nervous or fearful but that is not the way I experience them. I think one of the key differences is the irrationality that part of your brain acknowledges of how your body is reacting to whatever is causing you to panic. While there are definitely those feelings of nervousness and fear to a degree, there is also the struggle to overcome the back and forth your mind does regarding why you are reacting this way. For me personally, the physical symptoms that I experience during a panic attack are completely debilitating and I have, at times, thought I may actually die because I feel that much pent up nervous energy that I can’t release.
The reason I mention this is because I do know that this energy CAN be released through cardio exercise and I have had success with doing defusing panic with strenuous cardio activity. What had happened was this: I was meant to be going to an appointment out in North Vancouver that had several red “anxiety” flags for me: It meant driving on the highway, driving over a bridge, driving during rush hour and having to drive myself there and back (ie. Adrian was not able to come with me). These are problems that I was expecting to deal with, but the accident that occurred just before the bridge was not. As soon as I could turn out, I did but not before I had experienced a full blown panic attack. I missed the appointment and headed back towards home. That day, I also had an appointment scheduled at my local gym to work out with a trainer. Ordinarily, I would have cancelled this appointment because I was still “coming down” from the panic and felt like a crumbling cookie. I showed up, though, jumped onto the treadmill and put the incline way up and went as fast as I could. Before I knew it, the energy that had been flying around my body in fits of fear were now all being expended by the effort it took to work on the treadmill.
Of course, we all know that jumping on the treadmill and raising your heart rate and sweating it out for a while is good for a lot more than just controlling anxiety. If I were able to do that every day, it would be incredibly helpful for getting off these 50 lbs and I suspect would help with my insomnia as well.
Here is the wrench in the plan: My stomach doesn’t like to do anything that requires any sort of jostling and bouncing or basically effort of any kind. As soon as I start moving and grooving, my stomach starts moaning and groaning and will send me by Xpress Post into the nearest restroom. I have never completed a cardio workout in one go, I always have to stop and take a break. Now, at the gym this isn’t really a huge deal. I get off the machine, disappear for a few minutes, hop back on and nobody’s the wiser (except anyone reading this blog, apparently). In day to day life, though, it proves a bit trickier. If I want to go for a stroll around the neighbourhood, for example, I have to be careful to not take on a hill or anything that will get my stomach going. If I do put it to the test and do indeed feel the “need for speed” in terms of getting back to the comfort of my own little girl’s room, I start to panic. The thought of this being a possibility wriggles around in the back of my mind and causes me to avoid these walks altogether. If I look at going backwards then, do I think that the increase in my anxiety caused me to do less exercise (even though I knew it would help)? Yes, I do. And can I see how, by staying close to home most of the time and avoiding walks outside and the like, this could account for some of my weight gain in the first place? Absolutely. I think that by acknowledging how connected all these issues are, it makes them seem like less of a challenge to take on; When I find the right thread, I will be able to pull it and unravel several issues all at once.
The best way that I have been able to control my anxiety, up until this point, has been avoidance and medication. I want to cut back on both of these, so I will just have to find smaller and more comfortable ways of working on these things until I can see real progress.
If anyone reading this is having issues with anxiety and feels embarrassed or uncomfortable talking to someone about it, please feel free to email me. I may not always have answers, but I definitely think it’s something that having the support of other people who know what you are going through can be really comforting.
One of the things that I said I would mention and update my progress on over these 50 weeks is my anxiety issues. It was an important thing for me to address in a public forum because I think that anxiety attacks and panic disorders of any kind, like most issues within the realm of “mental health” can be so taboo to talk about and are so often so misunderstood. I am a big believer in our body being an entirely connected system and that changing one thing can create a domino effect throughout the rest of the body. I think this works in both positive and negative ways, and I am hoping to see this for myself with tangible changes that come with the positive changes I am making in my life.
Although my digestive issues and other health problems that, in hindsight, were probably connected (eczema, insomnia, mild depression) started when I was really young, I did not develop the extreme anxiety and panic that I deal with now.
The actual event of a panic attack is very hard to describe in real terms and can be impossible for someone who has never experienced this sort of panic to understand. I think that there is a misconception that it is just being really nervous or fearful but that is not the way I experience them. I think one of the key differences is the irrationality that part of your brain acknowledges of how your body is reacting to whatever is causing you to panic. While there are definitely those feelings of nervousness and fear to a degree, there is also the struggle to overcome the back and forth your mind does regarding why you are reacting this way. For me personally, the physical symptoms that I experience during a panic attack are completely debilitating and I have, at times, thought I may actually die because I feel that much pent up nervous energy that I can’t release.
The reason I mention this is because I do know that this energy CAN be released through cardio exercise and I have had success with doing defusing panic with strenuous cardio activity. What had happened was this: I was meant to be going to an appointment out in North Vancouver that had several red “anxiety” flags for me: It meant driving on the highway, driving over a bridge, driving during rush hour and having to drive myself there and back (ie. Adrian was not able to come with me). These are problems that I was expecting to deal with, but the accident that occurred just before the bridge was not. As soon as I could turn out, I did but not before I had experienced a full blown panic attack. I missed the appointment and headed back towards home. That day, I also had an appointment scheduled at my local gym to work out with a trainer. Ordinarily, I would have cancelled this appointment because I was still “coming down” from the panic and felt like a crumbling cookie. I showed up, though, jumped onto the treadmill and put the incline way up and went as fast as I could. Before I knew it, the energy that had been flying around my body in fits of fear were now all being expended by the effort it took to work on the treadmill.
Of course, we all know that jumping on the treadmill and raising your heart rate and sweating it out for a while is good for a lot more than just controlling anxiety. If I were able to do that every day, it would be incredibly helpful for getting off these 50 lbs and I suspect would help with my insomnia as well.
Here is the wrench in the plan: My stomach doesn’t like to do anything that requires any sort of jostling and bouncing or basically effort of any kind. As soon as I start moving and grooving, my stomach starts moaning and groaning and will send me by Xpress Post into the nearest restroom. I have never completed a cardio workout in one go, I always have to stop and take a break. Now, at the gym this isn’t really a huge deal. I get off the machine, disappear for a few minutes, hop back on and nobody’s the wiser (except anyone reading this blog, apparently). In day to day life, though, it proves a bit trickier. If I want to go for a stroll around the neighbourhood, for example, I have to be careful to not take on a hill or anything that will get my stomach going. If I do put it to the test and do indeed feel the “need for speed” in terms of getting back to the comfort of my own little girl’s room, I start to panic. The thought of this being a possibility wriggles around in the back of my mind and causes me to avoid these walks altogether. If I look at going backwards then, do I think that the increase in my anxiety caused me to do less exercise (even though I knew it would help)? Yes, I do. And can I see how, by staying close to home most of the time and avoiding walks outside and the like, this could account for some of my weight gain in the first place? Absolutely. I think that by acknowledging how connected all these issues are, it makes them seem like less of a challenge to take on; When I find the right thread, I will be able to pull it and unravel several issues all at once.
The best way that I have been able to control my anxiety, up until this point, has been avoidance and medication. I want to cut back on both of these, so I will just have to find smaller and more comfortable ways of working on these things until I can see real progress.
If anyone reading this is having issues with anxiety and feels embarrassed or uncomfortable talking to someone about it, please feel free to email me. I may not always have answers, but I definitely think it’s something that having the support of other people who know what you are going through can be really comforting.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wagon? What wagon?
I have fallen off the wagon. From where I am, I cannot even see the wagon.
My old bad habits are proving harder to break than I had hoped and since coming off the detox, I have not been very successful in maintaining healthy habits.
As I have mentioned before, a really bad habit that I have is not eating. I can go all day without eating and not even feel hungry and then eat a whole bunch, late at night, and let it sit in my stomach as I shuffle off to bed. I'm sure that if metabolisms get a score between 1 and 100, I am batting about a 25. Maybe lower, but I don't want to be too pessimistic.
What's frustrating me is this: I know what to do. I know you are supposed to eat every couple of hours, I know about fiber and calories and simple carbs and blah, blah, blah. For some reason, though, I can't follow through on it. I have the knowledge, but not the ability to put it into action.
I don't really want to divulge all the big "no no"s I have committed, but let's just say I even let myself get super hungry and eat from a drive-through.
So tomorrow is a new day and here's hoping I can try to get back on track ASAP. My Weigh In will still come up on Sunday and I am really hoping my bad behaviour won't catch up with me to undo the weight I've lost so far.
I need to do another shopping trip so I can load up on healthy food. I think maybe I need to plan a shopping trip at the same time every week so I always have good food in the house.
Mister Obvious says: These 50 pounds are gonna be really friggin' hard to lose.
My old bad habits are proving harder to break than I had hoped and since coming off the detox, I have not been very successful in maintaining healthy habits.
As I have mentioned before, a really bad habit that I have is not eating. I can go all day without eating and not even feel hungry and then eat a whole bunch, late at night, and let it sit in my stomach as I shuffle off to bed. I'm sure that if metabolisms get a score between 1 and 100, I am batting about a 25. Maybe lower, but I don't want to be too pessimistic.
What's frustrating me is this: I know what to do. I know you are supposed to eat every couple of hours, I know about fiber and calories and simple carbs and blah, blah, blah. For some reason, though, I can't follow through on it. I have the knowledge, but not the ability to put it into action.
I don't really want to divulge all the big "no no"s I have committed, but let's just say I even let myself get super hungry and eat from a drive-through.
So tomorrow is a new day and here's hoping I can try to get back on track ASAP. My Weigh In will still come up on Sunday and I am really hoping my bad behaviour won't catch up with me to undo the weight I've lost so far.
I need to do another shopping trip so I can load up on healthy food. I think maybe I need to plan a shopping trip at the same time every week so I always have good food in the house.
Mister Obvious says: These 50 pounds are gonna be really friggin' hard to lose.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Workin' 9-5: What a way to earn a livin'
Tomorrow marks my return to work after being off for the better part of the last 2 weeks because of this infection I've had that's made me so sick.
I am always apprehensive about going back to work after having a period of time off due to illness, but I feel especially anxious about it this time because of the length of time I was away. I am also especially disappointed because, as I noted here on this blog, one of my goals for this New Year was to miss less work due to illness. The thing that poses me the biggest problem is the way it affects my relationships with the people I work with. Unfortunately, there are some bad apples in my fruit basket of colleagues and some rumours of whether or not I am a big ol' faker have been passed around. Knowing that this is the impression the people I spend more time with than my own family have of me is enough to make me never want to show up to work again because, as much as I tell myself that they can jump up their own asses, I can't help but care what other people think of me.
When you've had problems with your health the way I have you start to recognise that there are certain consequences that are going to come along with that. It definitely limits my life in far more ways than just work and I have lost friends and created strained relationships with people in my family because of it. My integrity, however, has never been called into question the way it has at my current position. It doesn't seem to matter how many times my various doctors can provide the information they ask for, they want more and more proof that I'm not staying home to watch day time TV or taking mini holidays. I wish I knew how to seperate myself from it but the truth is that it does hurt my feelings and make me feel a very definite way about some of the people I work with.
I have long suspected that I am not the type of person who is cut out to work Monday-Friday, 9-5 but that it what I have been doing for the last several years. I'd really love to be able to find a job where I could work fewer days and go to school so I could actually (finally!) finish my degree and move on to a career that I actually enjoy. I am always searching for work I can do for fewer days, do partly or entirely from home or have a more flexible schedule but there just isn't very much out there at the moment.
Until I find my dream job, though, I am back to the office. Cubicle, here I come!
I am always apprehensive about going back to work after having a period of time off due to illness, but I feel especially anxious about it this time because of the length of time I was away. I am also especially disappointed because, as I noted here on this blog, one of my goals for this New Year was to miss less work due to illness. The thing that poses me the biggest problem is the way it affects my relationships with the people I work with. Unfortunately, there are some bad apples in my fruit basket of colleagues and some rumours of whether or not I am a big ol' faker have been passed around. Knowing that this is the impression the people I spend more time with than my own family have of me is enough to make me never want to show up to work again because, as much as I tell myself that they can jump up their own asses, I can't help but care what other people think of me.
When you've had problems with your health the way I have you start to recognise that there are certain consequences that are going to come along with that. It definitely limits my life in far more ways than just work and I have lost friends and created strained relationships with people in my family because of it. My integrity, however, has never been called into question the way it has at my current position. It doesn't seem to matter how many times my various doctors can provide the information they ask for, they want more and more proof that I'm not staying home to watch day time TV or taking mini holidays. I wish I knew how to seperate myself from it but the truth is that it does hurt my feelings and make me feel a very definite way about some of the people I work with.
I have long suspected that I am not the type of person who is cut out to work Monday-Friday, 9-5 but that it what I have been doing for the last several years. I'd really love to be able to find a job where I could work fewer days and go to school so I could actually (finally!) finish my degree and move on to a career that I actually enjoy. I am always searching for work I can do for fewer days, do partly or entirely from home or have a more flexible schedule but there just isn't very much out there at the moment.
Until I find my dream job, though, I am back to the office. Cubicle, here I come!
Weekly Review and Weigh In: Week 2
It’s amazing how quickly a week can go by when you are asleep for most of it... I have been “resting” as ordered by my doctor, which for me includes many naps and watching old episodes of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”. (Side Note: I am beginning to see why I was so disillusioned by relationships when I was younger consider I based my “true love goal” on that of one between a vampire with a soul and a vampire slayer. I went through a phase last year of watching old episodes of “Dawson’s Creek”, another high school favourite, and came to a similar realization when I watched Pacey give Joey a wall... How I ever thought any regular teenage boys would add up I do not know. But, oh, I do hold a special place in my heart for Angel and Pacey). Last night I went out for the first time to a friend’s Going Away party and got home after midnight. My body was so unimpressed with this “going out” business that I came home and promptly fell asleep.
This week has been tricky and I have been dreading my Weigh In today because I have been doing a whole lot of missing meals and eating thing I definitely wasn’t eating Week 1. I did, however, get on the scale this morning. Before that, here is my Week in Review:
Pats on the back:
- Drank a decent amount of water
- Got lots of rest and got right on antibiotics for infection hiccup
- Spoke to Dr about switching medication for anxiety and am currently trying a new one
Kicks in the Pants:
- Missed a lot of meals
- Did not plan out meals in advance and stick to it
- Did not exercise AT ALL this week
Weigh In: GAINED 0.5 lbs
Overall Progress: LOSS – 7 lbs
Goal at this point: 2 lbs lost (which means I am still ahead by 5 lbs, woo!)
I am actually quite pleased with this as a result. I was concerned that I would gain back all my first week’s progress because I fell off the wagon so much this week in terms of planning, eating regularly and getting in enough nutrients. I suspect that I won’t be so lucky in future weeks if this happens and I’m not toting a nasty infection, so will be very careful in the coming weeks to not undo the progress I have made so far.
This week has been tricky and I have been dreading my Weigh In today because I have been doing a whole lot of missing meals and eating thing I definitely wasn’t eating Week 1. I did, however, get on the scale this morning. Before that, here is my Week in Review:
Pats on the back:
- Drank a decent amount of water
- Got lots of rest and got right on antibiotics for infection hiccup
- Spoke to Dr about switching medication for anxiety and am currently trying a new one
Kicks in the Pants:
- Missed a lot of meals
- Did not plan out meals in advance and stick to it
- Did not exercise AT ALL this week
Weigh In: GAINED 0.5 lbs
Overall Progress: LOSS – 7 lbs
Goal at this point: 2 lbs lost (which means I am still ahead by 5 lbs, woo!)
I am actually quite pleased with this as a result. I was concerned that I would gain back all my first week’s progress because I fell off the wagon so much this week in terms of planning, eating regularly and getting in enough nutrients. I suspect that I won’t be so lucky in future weeks if this happens and I’m not toting a nasty infection, so will be very careful in the coming weeks to not undo the progress I have made so far.
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