Note to self. Do not go out to dinner and have red wine the night before weigh in. You will weigh 3 pounds higher this morning. So I am going to employ some selective weighing as I am wont to do. Before I went to dinner, I was at 228.8, which is a wee little .6 pound loss from last week. I think all that brie is catching up with me, so I am happy to see that little loss.
This is the distinct advantage of weighing myself every day. I have gotten to a point where I can distinguish between a true gain, and retaining water. Also, I am not sent into a tail spin of self doubt, self-flagellation, and a pint of ice cream when I see the number go up a little bit.
This week I gleefully, determinedly and with sweat coming out of every pore, made it to all of my exercise sessions! Wahoo! Even when work out buddy had a conflict and couldn’t meet me Saturday morning, I went by myself. And I returned to Pilates class this week. I have the biggest chip on my shoulder about that class. I want to be good at it even though I am the biggest girl there. It is only once a week, but it is such a workout, I was sore for 2 days. In a good way.
This week I did not journal my food. I have got to get back to this. I am still planning my meals, and getting in my fibrous fruits and veggies, but there have been snacks and like last evening, I had wine and didn’t write it down. I think that only when I am physically noting it can I truly be aware of what I’m eating. So there’s my goal for this week – journal my food intake. I think I’ll start this morning.