
So I hit my first wall…
…and it hurt.
My weigh in dissapointed and frustrated me to no end, but I kept on. I worked out super hard in the gym on Tuesday, watched my food, and carried on with nothing but resolve to do better.
And then I lost it.
It started Wednesday afternoon…after work, I was fine throughout the day, even went and worked out during my lunch break. As I was signing off, I IMed my co-worker and said “I’m off to the soulsucking torture chamber (ie..the gym), TTYL”. I don’t know why I said that, I joked in an earlier post about the gym being a “torture chamber” but I honestly didn’t feel that way about it…it was a place to work out, reach my goals, listen to music, get lost in myself a bit, I haven’t in recent history looked at it with such dread.
I went on with it, get on the ARC Trainer, and trudged along…about 5 minutes into it I said to myself “f*ck this”, and I got off, changed clothes and went home.
Then the bad eating habits crept up on me…dinner was fine, but then I decided I wanted some chips…then a few brownie bites…then I’m raiding the fridge for leftovers. Overall, I don’t think it was a TOTAL wash, but it should have gone better.
The wall was still up this morning, but I kept trudgin’ and went into the complex’s fitness room for a bit of time on the eliptical. Then I went home and saw that my roommate brought home Chick Fila for breakfast. I thought about it “do i need to eat all of this? can i skip the hash browns? etc..etc..” I ate the whole thing regardless, but thought I could still make up for it.
It was mid morning when the nasty thoughts came on full force. “You still have almost an entire week to work it off, go on, eat.” “Whatever you are trying isn’t working anyway, just say f*ck it.” “It’s not worth the misery. Eating will make you feel better.”
Blah..blah…blah…
I am an emotional eater…if I’m upset, stressed, whatever…I eat. And so I did, I had some more leftover stuff, some cereal, etc..etc..etc..
I didn’t feel better though, I felt disgusted and EVEN MORE dissapointed in myself. So I stopped, changed, and went to the gym. I burnt off another 1487 calories, bring the grand total for today (including the eliptical this morning) to 2061. I may not have completely undone the damage from my 2 day rampage, but its a step in the right direction.
I also decided to buy a scale, which I should have done before. I’ve been going by what my supervisors scale (used the Biggest Loser weigh in’s) at work says. It’s a cheap dial scale, and its moved around constantly, which I heard can mess up the readings over time.
My new scale is alot nicer (ie..more expensive), has a digital readout that can allow for a decimal point, and will be staying in one spot on the bathroom floor.
I also bought a whiteboard calender, which I hung up beside the scale, and will use to record my weights.
I decided to do this b/c a) I wanted a scale anyway, to use after the Biggest Loser challenge at work ends and so that maybe I can snap a photo of my weigh ins for the blog, and b) because I want to know ahead of time what I am getting myself into. If I’m gearing up for a bad week, and looking like I’m not going to lose anything, I want to know ahead of time so I can change the gameplan and (try to) guarantee a loss.
Alot of people have different opinions about how often to weigh in, some say its good to weigh almost daily so you know if you are getting off track, and some say its best not to obsess about it and stick w/ weekly weigh in’s. I do not know what the right answer in, but for right now I think a little obsession might be best. The blog/twitter/my readers/etc will largely be keeping me in check, but I don’t want to fall into an “out of sight, out of mind” mindset w/ my weight.
Does that make sense? No? I’m rambling?! Maybe..but its my blog and I’ll cry if I want to
That’s all I got for now, have a good evening everyone!
