Wednesday, I feel like I ate like a slob. In retrospect, it probably wasn't too much. And I know I would have/could have eaten more about a year ago. Gross.
Thursday, I did fine. Friday was another story. I took one of my kids to lunch at Ichiban (rough job, I know?!) and ate 20 points in one sitting. Then Kristen and I drove down to Amy's Nana's wake in Newburgh and needless to say, it was a very emotional few hours. And then, afterwards, I did the unthinkable. We went back to her parent's house and I fed my face with brownies, cake, chicken, roasted potatoes and pizza. All reasonable amounts of course, but still I felt like a bottomless pit. I felt like I was eating to fill something. I was eating for feelings. Which was scary to me.
To be honest, I wasn't going to weigh in tomorrow at Weight Watchers. Although I've exercised every, single day this week, I've also lost control of my appetite in bad way.
But then, I think about all of the "fans" I have, (which looks silly to type out but it's kind of true) and I almost feel like I'd be letting you down if I only reported back successes. Losing weight is a hard thing to do, and there are natural ups and downs to it. And what kind of person would I be if I ditched out a weigh-in, when I actually had a tough week?
Well, wish me luck for tomorrow. Today it's gallons of water and tilapia fillets /salad for dinner.
Just got back from my meeting, which I braved. I gained a pound.
I have to get re-motivated and start with a re-newed sense of enthusiasm. I'm going to challenge myself MORE at the gym and really track what I eat.
Current Weight: 170
I'm also setting a goal to be 165 pounds by mid-August. 5 pounds in a month. Let's do this.