Happppy Monday Friends! Or maybe you’re like me, and you like to pretend that Monday doesn’t exist at all, there is just an inconvenient gap between Sunday and Tuesday. So if that’s the case then; Happy Sunuesday!
Monday’s really do get a bad rap though, it does stink that they kick off the week, but I guess its better because we’re one day closer to the weekend, again, right? Right.
Okay, enough about Monday, let’s talk about Friday, Saturday, Sunday and most importantly, me.
This weekend was weird. Very exciting, but very weird. A lot of awesome things happened, that I didn’t expect, at all.
It really is a beautiful place, and after driving all over God’s green earth, because we couldn’t get a signal on the GPS or our phones, we found it. Right in time for it to start raining. Oh well, we toughed it out and had a great time!
Saturday challenged me right from the start with a swollen belly and a run waiting to be done. I was forced to look back on my goals for the week, listen to my body and not go out. That is such a hard thing to do. I just had two months off, I don’t like that I occasionally wake up and can’t get my workout in, this whole experience is helping me learn patience.
The rest of Saturday was fantastic, I went to work and then walked out of work with my head held high and a boosted self esteem.
Sunday, the important day, weigh in day. I’m not going to lie, my weight this week kind of sucked. I lost nothing. I gained 0.6lbs. Seems like nothing right? In fact, the messages I got from Twitter followers is not to worry because it’s probably just muscle building. Right, muscle building, that never even occurred to me,and even though that’s probably correct, I’m still P.O’d
Losing weight has never been easy, but it has never been this hard. I feel like I’ve been in a cycle with the same few pounds for over a month now. Oh right, that’s because I have. Granted, the surgery is in there, and blah blah blah, but it’s really easy to look past the facts and dwell on the numbers on the scale. I always try to stay positive in this journey, sometimes though, it’s really f’ing hard. I was getting frustrated so I did the one thing I know makes me feel better.
I went for a run. Since starting running again on Monday I had only done 3′s. Yesterday I channeled my frustration and set out for 5.
I was even more excited when I got home and mapped it and realized it was actually 6. Well, 5.96, but we don’t have to get technical, do we?
Frustration gone. Until later that day when I stuffed my face at a bridal shower and drank more than I should have. Poop.
(You can see all of my weight up’s and down’s right here!)
- Pack my lunch every single day. Done. Done. Done. I definitely packed it every day, what about the day though that I forgot it on the table….
- 3 mile run Wednesday, 4 miles Friday, and 5 miles on Saturday…. Yeah, no, #fail on the mileage #win on listening to my body
- Pay attention to everything that goes in my mouth. Liquid or solids, they all count. Yep. Nothing entered me without being questioned.
- Smile, every day, life is beautiful. Check!
Goals for Week Ending 07/29/2012
- I’m really digging my list from last week, and I’m going to keep it the same, because I can.
After the oh-so-powerful scale did not give me what I wanted to see I spent a lot of time thinking. My biggest thought was; Yes, I’m not at goal yet, but look at how much I’ve lost in lbs and look at the fact that I’m a wearing size 4. I want to know, what is more powerful; the number on the scale or the size on the tag? For me I think it’s the number on the scale, I know it shouldn’t be either, but it is.
What’s more important to you? Scale? Size?
What are your goals for the week?
What do you do when you get frustrated?
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