I have noticed that I am more prone to do things like this - - engage in a minor blowout - - after hitting new milestones. Last week I lost another pound to bring my total weight lost to 140.9 pounds, with the 180s (pounds, that is) only a hop, skip and a jump away. It is only natural that I would find chocolate damn near irresistible under these circumstances, of course. Sheesh - self-sabotage much?
The weekend started off positively enough, at a dinner party with friends after a 3-hour visit to the Metro Toronto Zoo. It has been more than 10 years since I have been to the Zoo and it was a lot of fun. With my improved fitness levels it was actually a pleasant enough walk around the various exhibits looking at the animals, rather than the grim death march that it would have been for me before I started working out.
|Echidna, Snow Leopard, Giant Panda and Red Panda [clockwise from top]|
Trouble started at the dinner where I ate more than I intended, in part because our hosts had clearly gone to a lot of trouble to choose foods that the Nerd and I could eat. Honestly, though, I just took a day off from good eating discipline.
The trouble for me is that a day off is never just a single day off...it usually turns into two or three. And so it was for me this week - - a couple of days of snacking, followed by an unplanned rest day, just in case the snacking wasn't sabotage enough.
The good news though is that once I shook my head and got back into my routine it was easy enough to get back on track. Mr. Fitness came to kick my ass on Thursday and we had a great session. I learned how to do a clean and jerk, something I worked on again in my weekend weight session. Plus, we had fun passing and slamming a medicine ball around.
Even better, the Nerd has figured out how to help me with food. I have previously really struggled when my target daily calories has hit 1450 or lower, because many of our Jamie Oliver meals, although balanced and delicious, top out at 700+ calories. This makes it almost impossible to eat under my target calories in a day and requires me to eat back some of my exercise calories.
This is always risky because estimates of calories burned are notoriously inaccurate, even with the heart rate monitor or pedometer, so I seldom eat back the full calories my workouts allegedly give me.
This week, coincident with me getting back on track (yet again!), the Nerd suggested arranging our meals into smaller portions. Instead of making a recipe that serves 4 and portioning it into 4 servings, we are portioning it into 6 servings. Bingo - instant calorie reduction, with a barely noticeable reduction in portion size. We top up the meals with extra vegetables for bulk, and even with reducing the carbs in most meals I haven't felt deprived in the least.
The combination of getting the snacking back under control, continuing my ass kicking workouts, and eating more manageable portions has brought be almost within spitting distance of last week's low weight, even after losing my mind with snacking this week. I'll take that.
The food thing has always been (and I suspect will always be) my Achilles heel. But I feel more optimistic about my ability to work with my nutrition plan now that we are consciously managing down our portion sizes. This strategy should easily work until my calorie target gets down to 1,300 calories per day, which won't be a while yet. Importantly, I don't feel so helpless to hit my calorie targets - - it feels like I can still eat reasonably and stay within my target numbers with our new portioning plan. And that is a very good thing.
Now on to the NSV.
I ordered some new workout clothes from Old Navy last week because I have been spending more time living in yoga pants and sports bras at home because of my 6x/wk workouts. Girlie needs clothes to properly sweat in, after all.
Along with the yoga pants and workout shirts I ordered a pair of button fly "boyfriend" jeans in size 14. Given my - ahem - badonkadonk I expected that these would be aspirational jeans that would fit me in a month or so.
For shits and giggles I put them on yesterday, just to see how far I was from fitting into them. Yeah, so they were loose. (!!) Now I understand that each pair of jeans is like a precious snowflake, and each style and manufacturer fits a little bit differently, so a size 14 in one style for one brand will not fit like a size 14 in another style or brand. But the fact remains that I have a pair of button fly jeans that are size 14 that fit this girl, and that makes me very happy.
Sadly, I cannot wear these magical jeans to the office because they are distressed with holes in the knees (not appropriate for the Pop Factory's dress code, natch), but they are great kicking around jeans for weekends. Also, super comfortable. Added bonus - - I love button fly jeans.
So this week has had a little bit of everything. Some social activities, some good workouts, some bad eating, some food epiphanies, and some clothing wins. All in all, a good week.
Tomorrow night the Nerd and I are having dinner with my old landlords, so I will have to do some menu planning tonight so that I keep more or less on track at the restaurant.