Today I stepped on the scale for the first time in weeks. Halfway through January I caught the flu and stopped stepping on the scale, and my body and stomach only wanted carbs, carbs, carbs. I dreaded stepping on the scale this morning and seeing what happened and seeing my new starting point, KNOWING how disappointed and unmotivated I would be when I saw the number on the scale (because I also haven't had any non-scale victories lately). I stepped on the scale... AND I WAS SHOOK! 4LBS down. I had to step off and step back on again to make sure it was accurate. I looked around and at my hands - maybe I was holding onto the wall or something without realizing it, lol. NOPE.
Looking back at my January, while I DID eat a lot of unhealthy, processed carbs while I was sick that I normally avoid (and that I haven't repurchased and don't plan to - woo hoo!) I also did some great things that I think really helped me.
I cut way down on how often I was going out to eat. I always make the goal to do that, but then I get in my own way. January was the first month that I really stuck to it. I have a hard time with it because being single and living alone, my social time is with my friends, most of whom are married and have kids, and we go out to eat for lunch during work breaks. It's winter and I can't get anyone to walk with me during lunch (which I don't understand - we're New Englanders, put a coat on and lets go!) so we run errands or go out to eat. Plus, I used to buy myself "treat food" meals when I would go grocery shopping or be out running errands. Tired from all that shopping and needing to prep what you bought? No problem, buy a pizza and pop it in the over when you get home. You'll make a salad to go with 1 serving of the pizza... next thing you know half the pizza is gone and I forgot about the salad. Oops. But I cut way down on all of the going out to eat or buying ready made meals to cook quickly. I've cut out cheese from my diet, and I'm eating more vegetables and whole foods.
the other thing I noticed... when I was weighing myself more often, I was constantly thinking about the scale and hoping for certain outcomes. I've told myself over and over - stop paying attention to the scale, only pull it out once or twice a month, etc. I know all the logic behind not weighing yourself often, and what happens to your body that causes fluctuations, and why you shouldn't put faith in the scale to track your progress... but I don't care! I'm human, and I want to see the scale move. But this was the first time that I ACTUALLY didn't weigh myself for weeks, and I didn't stress about the scale or what it was saying (since it wasn't saying anything!) and because of that, I didn't have any bad behaviors to try to get a certain outcome. I just chugged along and did what I knew I should be doing - eating better - and even though it happened slowly, I'm still super proud that I lost weight.
And you know what? If I can lose 4-5 pounds a month, that's still 25 pounds before I head up to Maine for summer vacation to visit family, and that's 55 pounds by the end of this year.
I can do this. And I can't wait to show myself that I'm right
Have a Sparktastic Day!