Someone’s stealing time from me. I’m sure of it. There’s no way I’m up to week 7 already, is there? And yet my blog is proof. 7 weeks down. How did this one go?
At first, it went epically. The first few days of the week, I was losing a pound or more a day, and sub-200 was in my sights. And then, Saturday happened. What happened Saturday?
I ate out for all three meals.
Eating somewhere other than home is death for this diet of mine. I have no idea how many calories I’m eating. Portion size goes out the window. I’ll think I’m going light, only to discover I’ve eaten much more than I’d planned.
I knew this, and so I was trying to be very good. I only had fruit for breakfast. For lunch, I had lots of vegetables in addition to some sandwiches and a small dessert. I didn’t go back for seconds. For dinner, I had two pieces of pizza. Not even huge pieces.
I gained two pounds.
Then again, this was to be expected. I was losing weight far faster than I wanted to, really–and I felt like I was ahead of the game. Like I was registering loss that wasn’t really accurate. So this helped with some course correction. I no longer feel like I’m lower than where I really am.
Health-wise, I continue to feel pretty darned good. I did have a brief stint with extreme fatigue last week, but I can’t help but think that might have something to do with being sick of this diet, worried about the baby coming, and generally be stressed from other things going on in my life. As far as all out sick goes, I have yet to be sick since I started this diet. That’s a very good thing.
And now for the numbers: 201.4. That means I’ve lost a pound this week, bringing my total to 12.6 pounds total. Not bad for a bad week. I’m continuing to exercise, and I really think it’s something I might keep doing once the diet’s done. It helps me cope with stress better, and I almost always feel better after exercising than I did before. That’s big.
So onward we go. Will this be the week I break 200? Time will tell . . .