When last we spoke I was just recovering from the end of the move. I had managed to put on a ridiculous amount of weight, and ballooned up to 199 pounds (and more!) after all of my move-induced emotional eating and take out food consumption. Last Sunday I got back on the path to righteousness by religiously tracking my food and engaging in solid exercise.
The rest of the week was more of the same. I tracked my food and I worked out as is my custom. Mr. Fitness came by on Thursday to kick my ass with the dreaded high intensity interval workout - which I loathe...but still managed to complete. Most importantly of all, I did not snack all week. This sounds like such a little thing, but I know that the unbridled snacking is what killed me over the past month or so. Because let me tell you, I can snack like a m-f-. Some people are good at math, I am good at snacking.
So this week was a big test of my ability to get back on track. I have to tell you that the first day back at the office (the land of temptation) I was white knuckling it all day in an attempt to keep from snacking. When I left the office to go home, I was in part fleeing all that temptation. But it worked - I remained snack-free all day. The next day was just a little bit easier, and the day after that was easier still. By Thursday I wasn't even tempted by the chocolate covered almonds that one of my coworkers brought into our marketing approval meeting. Well, not more than normally tempted - I am human after all - but it was comparatively easy to stand firm and avoid the treats.
Friday I started strong, but then lost focus a few hours into our housewarming party. I kept with soft drinks, mostly, rather than alcoholic beverages, which helped a lot. But by the end of the night I went a bit off the rails and snacked my face off on the delicious party food. It was all delicious, but full of sodium and I am sure all sorts of bad things. However because I own my choices I tracked it, to an extent at least, by adding 600 calories to my food log for Friday night. It may have been more, it may have been less, but that's as good an estimate as any. The key thing is that I tracked it and owned it, which is critical - - my snacking binges of the last month went largely untracked.
I weighed myself Friday morning (pre-party, thank god) and lo and behold after a week of sticking to my plan, working out, and not snacking, I lost 1.5 pounds. I am back down to 197.5 pounds (again), and feeling pretty good.
A new wrinkle to my routine now is that I weigh myself before working out. So that 197.5 is an honest weight, prior to any sweating-induced water loss. I previously always weighed myself after my workouts so as to get to the lowest possible number. This way feels a bit more honest - it's my walking around weight, after all.
All in all it was a good week. I saw positive progress back into my routine, I was able to resist temptation at the office, and our house held up to the housewarming party.
Here are some photos of the place (minus party-goers, of course):
I really enjoy discovering the routines and flow of this house. Our neighbours are wonderful, and I actually had a really nice time at our housewarming for the street last night.
And now it is back to continue these routines. I have some laundry on the go and I will steal some time to do a bit of weaving. Ahhhhh....