The Thing About Weekends

The thing about weekends is that they can undo your entire week.  Blow it to smithereens--like your 5 days of do-gooding never existed in the first place.

At least, that's what  I hear.

I'd imagine that it could happen if you, for example, make a hasty decision that Houston Resto Month is absolutely positively not to be missed.  Twice.

Or maybe if you were to host a last minute grilling (and drinking) Sunday bash.  A soiree that includes cupcakes--double oreo and cream cupcakes.

Or perhaps if you were to eat an entire slice of red velvet cake for Sunday breakfast under the guise of having made it to the gym 6 days this week.

I feel for the person who had that kind of weekend.....

Utter Frustration

I was so perturbed after my run in with the Weight Watchers scale on Monday that I couldn't bring myself to write yesterday.

All of last week's effort resulted in a whopping .6 (point six) pound loss.  Uber lame.  No idea why.

Rather coincidentally, the meeting topic was what to do when you feel like you're stuck.

Yup, that's me.  A 3 pound loss in 4 weeks=S-T-U-C-K.

So, here's the plan to get outta my rut:
-Eat all daily points; leave weekly and activity untouched
-Limit my fruit/ veggies to the recommended 7 servings per day (as opposed to constant gorging on fruit)
-Drink 8 glasses of water per day
-Work out a minimum of 8 times per week (I'm really going for 2 times per day x 6 days, but will settle for 8 times total)

2 days into my new strategy, things seem to be going well.  I've done all of the above successfully since the beginning of the week.  It's a total pain in the ass.

GOD HELP ME THIS WORKS.

Pat on the Back

I am gonna go ahead and give myself a giant pat on the back.

This weekend was a toughy.  Boyfriend's family was in town all weekend.  And the primary activity is generally very gastronomically focused.

I could bore you with a sob story detailing each and every heart wrenching eating decision I had to make. How I went to a baseball game and only had three sips of a diet soda.  That the house smelled like bacon all weekend; bacon that never touched these lips.  But I'll give ya the cliff's notes version: aryn= success (this week, anyway).  I ended the week with 31 (of 49) weekly points leftover and earned an additional 28 activity points that I didn't touch.  Yahoo!

God help me this will pay off at tomorrow's weigh in.  Pretty freakin please.

Grrrrrrr......

I am frustrated with myself.

The long and the short is that I clearly am a much better planner in my professional life than I am in my personal life.

The long and the long is that I put myself in a pickle.  I had planned allllll day to have one of my fave diet friendly eating out meals this evening--turkey burger with avocado and black beans.  However, by the time I got to dinner I had eaten my way into a WW point corner.  I had only enough daily points for the burger.  No avocado.  I had to miss out on the BEST part.  And am bummed.

I am fully aware that this is a pretty silly conundrum.  Gotsta take pleasure in the small things, ja know!

Oh, and I lost 1.2 pounds last week.  Not huge, but not so bad considering my weekend performance.

Oh What a Night (Weekend)

Last weekend was the most amazing weekend of my life.  And I'm not particularly exaggerating.  No, really.  Just an uber special weekend.

Last weekend was also an eating failure--both boyfriend and I ate and ate.  Not so good.

We have great excuses--we were at a wedding that boyfriend was a groomsman in so we didn't choose the food.  We had to have a piece of wedding cake--after all, it is tradition.  We were on vacation!
Etc., etc.

Truth is, I am utterly responsible for how I ate.  The frustrating part is, I'm pretty sure I undid the 4 days that I busted my ass last week to move the needle.

Truth also is, that I wouldn't give up last weekend for anything.  

Ass Kicking

In the last 24 hours the following have kicked my ass:

-Weight Watchers: The sad, pathetic, depressing bottom line from last week is a POINT TWO pound loss. Yup, you read it right.  Worked out 6 times, stayed under my weekly points, didn't booze it even once....big sigh.

-Kickboxing: Definitely kicked my ass, but I most certainly kicked back.  If ya haven't tried it, you absolutely should!

-My shins: It's not a great sign to wake up in the middle of the night with screaming shins.

-Zumba: In case there was ever a question as to whether I have rhythm, there has been a definitive answer--I possess no rhythm whatsoever.  Zero. Zilch.  Nada.

-My boyfriend's WW effort: My boyfriend joined Weight Watchers in show of solidarity.  What a swell guy!  In the last 4 days, he's down 4 pounds.  Mind you, this is while eating pie, Wendy's, and ice cream to ensure he uses all his points.  Good for him.

One Step Forward

Well, it's almost my weekly D-day....Monday...Weight Watchers day.

And I have reason to be hopeful that this week's results will leave last week in the dust:
-I worked out 6 out of 7 days.  Haven't done that in at least 3 months.  And I feel it in every muscle fiber.
-I came in under my weekly points and managed to rack up 28 activity points-- the latter remained untouched.  Better than last week, but not perfect.  Need to stay away from those weekly points.  I remember it being easier to do.  I dunno.
-A drop of booze did not touch my lips.  Boring, I know. But good.
-Managed to drop my trips to the scale down from 6 or so times a day to every other day-ish.

So, manana we shall see.

Four for Four

Outside of the whole point 6 pound weight loss issue, this week started in grand fashion.

I am 4 for 4 in workout sessions--it's Thursday, and I've gone to the gym (and worked out) every day.  Haven't done that in what feels like eons--and is really three months.

In the vein of patting myself on the back, I went to Mexican yesterday (boo) and came out unscathed (yay).  I counted and recorded each and every chip that went into my mouth.  And had just chicken fajita meat and pico--no tortillas, no sour cream, no rice and beans.  BUENO!

Going into the weekend, I have the vast majority of my weekly points at my disposal and have earned a pretty healthy number of activity points.  We will see if I can manage to not blow my week, a la last weekend.

I'd better make it, as I have a fair amount of ground to make up.  I'm currently sitting at a 54 lb loss--"should be" closer to 80 by now.

Onward.

ARGH

Lost .6..yes point 6 lbs last week.  The equivalent of a big shit.

Sucks.

I felt sufficiently deprived all week, so I truly expected better results.

The reality of the week is a bit different.

Truth is:

-I exceeded my daily point allotment 4 of 7 days.  Not awesome.
-I ended the week 72 points over where I shoulda been.  That's almost two days worth of points.
-I worked out once.  Yup, I said it.
-At the beginning of the week I vowed to stave off the booze.  Yeah, well...I had no fewer than 9 drinks.  Oops.

So, basically, I got what I deserved.