Since my last official weigh-in two weeks ago, I had to miss two personal training sessions (one due to a sick child, one due to me being sick). Whatever sickness I had really knocked me down for a solid 10 days; it took a lot out of me, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally, as well.
Even though I met with my trainer last Thursday, I question whether or not I really should have been there. I took the weekend to fully recover and rest from being sick.
So, time to face the music:
Starting weight = 160.2
Week 1 = 156.25 (-4 pounds)
Week 2 = 155.0 (-1.25 pounds)
Week 3 = 155.5 (+0.5 pounds)
Week 4 = No weight taken
Week 5 = 156.0 (+0.5)
Total weight loss to date = -4.2
I’m frustrated with the numbers on the scale. BUT, this journey isn’t just about the numbers. It is so much more.
In part of my rest and recovery this past weekend, I made some poor food choices; what I came to realize, however, is that I don’t really enjoy eating those foods anymore. I didn’t get the pleasure out of those “sinful treats” like I used to. I am now at a point where I don’t feel like I’m missing out on something really good when my husband and boys eat Girl Scout cookies or Dairy Queen Dilly Bars!!!
I was also put in a situation over the weekend where I had to go out to eat. Small town bars/restaurants are not exactly diet-friendly places. As it is, I don’t eat out very often, and through this journey, I’m finding that I like eating out less and less.
I felt so much better going into today’s workout with my trainer. Maybe not quite at 100%, but definitely 98%. I’m looking forward to our next workout — feeling 100% and ready to ramp up the workouts another notch.
Posted 1 year ago