Today is weigh in day, and for the first time in eight weeks, I'm going to be reporting a gain.
I'm not surprised by it. I kinda knew it was going to come.
After the rocky end of the week last week, and the not so great weekend, I just knew that I had some damage to undo. I did better than I thought I would do at undoing that damage, and Aunt Flo came to see me yesterday....so I also know that some of the weight is bloat.
Last week, I weighed in at 246.6lbs.
This week, I went up to 247lbs.
A gain of 0.4lbs. Not the end of the world. Not a major gain. And, most likely not a real gain in the sense that once I lose the water weight I'm currently holding on to, it might not even be a real gain.
When I stood on the scale on Sunday, after that I had that major ordeal with Peanut, I was up to 249lbs. So, at least I'm not still there today. I got back down, a little.
I was going to say that I'm not going to beat myself up over such a small gain. But, in reality, I kinda am. Just for the simple fact that I let myself go a little... I allowed myself to get off course enough for that gain to be there. It was my fault, and if I don't stand up and take responsibility... I won't really do anything about getting stronger at avoiding those situations.
I'm still pleased with the progress I've made, overall, but I still have a VERY long way to go. And it's not time for me to be slacking off in the slightest. If I don't stay firm. Committed. Strong. I won't get where I need to be.
I've already majorly cleaned up my act since this weekend. I've been eating what I should...and my only downside since Sunday is that I haven't been eating dinner until around 9PM.
Tonight is the only night I'll be home at a reasonable hour this entire week, actually. Tomorrow Peanut has a volleyball game, and then we have the Homecoming Bonfire. Friday night is Homecoming, and we'll be going to that...and it will undoubtably be a late night.
I have agreed to take the kids out for dinner Friday night before the game. And I already know exactly where we're going: Subway. They can like it or not. Subway is a place I feel safe when it comes to staying mindful with my eating. I know that I can get out of there without being tempted in to eating something I shouldn't. And, I can feel leaving satisfied and not as though I've just eaten rabbit food.
Alright. That's what I've got, for now. Not much more to say.
Except, there won't be a gain showing on the scale next week. I can promise you that.