Why do we feel this need to beat ourselves up?
This week I stayed the same in weight. I was gutted. And yet, I shouldn't be! I should be wrapped because of what I did to make sure I stayed the same.
This week I went out with a girlfriend for lunch and chose to eat bacon and mushroom fettuccine. Yum! I didn't eat all of it, instead pushing about a quarter of it to one side. Knowing that it was extremely high in points I worked my butt off to make sure that I mitigated the potential weight gain. Later in the week it was my birthday and a surprise trip out for dinner by my loving partner meant another night of 'hard to count the points' meal. We had Thai. I chose the lowest fat version, a chicken stirfry but perhaps choosing the satay version wasn't the best plan of action. So this week I have been like a mad woman, on the treadmill, kicking up dust, pounding the pavement, making sure that I did everything I could to minimize the damage. I even drank 1 litre of water every day! This from a woman who simply doesn't drink a drop at all.
I should be proud of my efforts. I know I should, and deep down I am because it means that I'm controlling my destiny not letting the food control me, but all I can see is a wasted week. I wasn't even going to go along to the weigh in so fearful of what the scales were going to say but "with the good sometimes comes the not so good" so I faced the music.
There are so many good things that I've learnt and are in practice that I wouldn't have done before. I mean I would NEVER have worked hard like that to minimize the effect of choosing to eat a wrong food choice, I would have just given up and thought I'd failed so why continue to bother.
And staying the same is much much better than putting on!
OK, I'm starting to feel better now. It's great to talk about this sometimes, and by the time you get through talking you sometimes are left wondering what was wrong in the first place!
Thanks for being my ear!