Tracking? Well, I think there was only one or two day that I tracked EVERYTHING. I also did end up eating out a LOT. One night we went to the Waffle House after zumba and noticed that they had added the calories to the menu. Paula and I both cringed to see the actual calorie count of our meals. But we still indulged in our 1300 calorie meals (ok, wait, we split a waffle so 1100 calories). We called it a funeral wake for Lucy. Yeah, I know that's wrong to use my newly departed fur-baby as an excuse to eat....but we did it. (and honestly, my emotions were whacked out...it was just what it is.) I went out with a friend on Wednesday....large pepperoni pizza, an appetizer and a shared dessert at Uno's. Yeah, that couldn't have been healthy. (ok, let me calculate it....heaven help us....2920 calories...one meal. Yup!) Lets see, I went out on Saturday night to TGIF and had a salad...along with ..... oh wait lets just talk about the calories. that meal was 1430 calories. Sunday night I had pizza and crazy bread from Little Caesars. It wasn't a stellar eating week.
Soda? Uhhhh Yeah, some meals I managed to drink water.....not with my Little Caesars....nor with TGIF.....or waffle house......but definitely friday night dinner out with my parents...I definitely drank water then!!!!
The last time I weighed myself I was 253.8. That weight makes me heartsick. My clothes are all tight. If I don't do something soon I'm going to have to leave the 16/18's and move into size 20's. Something I do NOT want to do....at all. 16's and 18's (ok, mostly 18's right now) is bad enough. I have been very lax about weighing myself. It's no fun to see my weight sitting the same. I will vow to do good and I don't see my weight budge. It makes no sense....and it kills my motivation. Something possessed me this morning to step on the scales. So early early early when I woke up I went to the bathroom and stepped onto the scales. I looked down. Really? Hmmm 245.6 That's interesting. I did a double take because i've been in the 250's recently...so I'm not quite sure about that. But I went back to bed. A while later my friend texted kinda out of the blue and asked what I weighed. I wrote back. "It has to be wrong...because there is no way I lost 8 pounds in a week." Seriously, I must have been half whacked when I weighed myself in the wee early hours of the morning. Sooooo when I finally got up and got moving I went back to the scales. I stepped on and waited. I looked down. 243.6 LOWER (hey, had an extra two or three hours and a bathroom trip). REALLY?? There is no way! Something has to be off. People just don't lose 10 pounds in a week.
The only thing I'll say is when i was in Florida back in October I was stress free and I lost 5 in 5 days.....and I was eating out and eating bad foods the whole time.....maybe I was having a rough week but maybe somehow the underlying stress that has overtaken me in the last few months has seeped away...to wherever it is hiding. I don't know.
Either way...I'm MOTIVATED NOW!