So, thank you for all who responded on my last post. I realize of course that it probably came off a bit whiny, perhaps a bit “I can’t see the forest for the trees…” -ish. I find myself doing that so much lately. I do get a bit overwhelmed more easily these days. Being new mom, plus new job, plus plus plus. I am finding it easy to fixate and worry about things that are so silly now. Of course I can work out, of course I can make time. When I started this mess two years ago, I didn’t have a gym membership, I had free apps on my phone. I STILL have free apps on my phone, and a few minutes to do them. Even if I can’t make it to a gym but early on the weekends, I can still do that.


You can ask my husband and he would confirm that even though I usually know the answers before I ask, for some reason I find comfort in talking it out.

As for diet-land, I’m still doing well on the eating. I’m doing Fantastic in fact! Water is going great. I am expecting another loss this week, if my pants are any indication, of course I know that it will be a smaller number than last week’s. I recall that as I lose, usually my body exists on a 2 week cycle, where I’ll have a great number one week, and then a small or nonexistent number the next.

And last night, I cooked! As a backstory, I don’t cook. Seriously. It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do, but I’m really not that great at it. I’m a great baker, but I’m sure you can see where that doesn’t really help me. Brad has always been the cook out of the 2 of us, and I’ve been more than happy to let him cook while I take care of the cleaning of the kitchen after. But, he’s having to work late a lot more often, and now that we have Rea, I’d like to start a stronger tradition of us all eating together as a family, rather than me eating some yogurt while he has cereal and we watch TV. It’s easier that way, for sure, but I know that once I’m off of diet and in to “maintenance” land, eating “diet” food isn’t going to cut it when my family wants to have dinner. So, basically what I want to do is once or twice a week find a meal and prepare it – something that I can eat on-plan now, and something that can be incorporated in to our regular meals later when I’m in maintenance mode.

That being said, Brad is a freakin’ picky eater! So that limits a lot of my choices when I’m trying to find something we can all enjoy.

Yesterday, I set out on a mission to find a recipe we would like. I decided to try and think of meals that we’ve enjoyed eating in the past, and also take into account my rudimentary cooking skills. Meatloaf. I can’t really screw up a meatloaf, and Brad has always liked my meatloafs, so I finally found a great recipe for Turkey Meatloaf. I was pretty nervous, because Brad has never been very big on substituting Turkey for anything, but that was also years ago. He and I both have tried to become much for health-conscious since then, so I thought he’d probably give it a try.

Plus I just didn’t tell him what I was making.

I didn’t take any photos, but I should have! I grabbed the ingredients after work while he grabbed Rea from day care, and set to work. And of course, it’s nearly impossible to screw up a meatloaf. It was very delicious! And for only 258 calories, that’s awesome. I added some green beans as a side, and did not end up finishing the portion I had, so it was not only a great way to break up the monotony of what I’d been eating, but for less than what I had planned for calorie wise. It was also nice to sit down and have a proper dinner with Brad, and with Rea in her high chair munching on some broccoli and babbling at us the whole time.

As I mentioned, I want to perhaps try my hand at this cooking mess maybe twice a week – something easy on a work day, and then maybe something more complicated on the weekends.

So, those of you who cook, can you recommend any other great sites that have healthy, EASY recipes that I could try later?


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This week so far is going great for me food-wise. I am able to stay focused on what to eat, what to not eat. The house food isn’t tempting me like it was last week, and getting my water in at work is a breeze (a 2 hour timer on my desktop definitely helps keep me on track!). So as I work and think and read and delve back into this world that I was so familiar with for so long, I keep coming back to one, huge problem.

When/where can I exercise?

Let me explain…when I initially lost my weight in 2011, Brad and I were living in different cities for the sake of careers. I stayed with my brother, but for the first time in my adult life (we married when I was 18), I was a bachelorette. I had no obligations to anyone, and a LOT of free time in a new/old city where I didn’t know many people. Every day I was on task. Wake. Work. Drive Home. Workout. Sleep. Beyond the weekends when Brad and I would see each other, that was it!

Now though…how the heck can I fit in workouts? Brad works late usually 3 out of 5 nights a week, leaving me to care for our 10 month old until he gets home…usually around 8:30 or 9. Then there’s bath-times, feeding time, bedtime…and then a couple of precious hours before we finally fall asleep ourselves, exhausted. So, I have some hard thinking and planning to do.

Our work has trade with a gym here in town, and I also found a membership to the YMCA, which has the town’s only indoor Olympic-sized pool. In 2011 after breaking my foot running, swimming became my thing. I swam in high school, and it became a great workout for me. Now that I’m heavier than I was when I broke my foot, I’m definitely a little worried as far as running goes. Both the gym and the Y have child care services, but I feel awful about picking up my daughter from day care just to take her to ANOTHER day care. Plus, the one night that Brad doesn’t work late and we aren’t usually running around is Thursday, and I enjoy spending our time with Rea together.

I don’t know, I am unsure at what point excuses are valid and when they are simply excuses. I feel that I would be hurting my daughter by taking her from one day care to another, but am I also hurting her by not getting healthier? The time that I would give up spending with Brad would only be temporary, but that’s also time I can spend with Reagan. And she’s growing.so.fast!

It’s been suggested that I grab a jogging stroller and take Rea with me, but it’s cold here now. I have a jogging stroller, but I don’t think she’d like it one bit with cold air blowing all over her face. It’s a great option once spring is here.

Of course, there is still one very obvious choice, and one I haven’t even wanted to consider, though it’s been in the back of my mind. Waking up early. Like 5am early. Which I’m sure many of who read this will scoff and laugh and tell me to stop being so lazy – lots of people wake up at 5am. I’ve never been a morning person, to me it is a triumph that I now usually wake up naturally before 8:30am. But to consider waking at 5am, getting dressed and either driving to a gym or walking around the block is horrible. I’m still one to stay up until midnight…believe me I’m also considering working out after 10pm because that would honestly be easier in my mind. I just don’t know what to do here.

Luckily I am focused mainly on food for the immediate future. I knew if I tried to jump into both food and exercise 100% like I tried a few months ago would not go well, so I have a little time to plan. So please, mothers, help me out here? Is there a choice that I’m not considering?


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So {cautiously} Excited!

So I stepped on the scale yesterday very tentatively hopeful. I felt like my pants were starting to fit microscopically better so I thought I had for sure lost a few pounds, and I was not disappointed! 8 pounds of fatty nastiness was gone! Well, probably more like 8 pounds of mostly water weight released. I’m not stupid, I know that I would have to be suffering from some serious medical condition not to have produced a good number. But I will admit it was a bit higher than I was hoping for!

I’m finally over the new-diet-where-is-all-the-fatty-food headache that my body was putting me through last week. And I did “splurge” a bit this weekend on calories (not going over my max, but a bit over what I took in daily last week), but I was luckily able to splurge on things like extra eggs or broccoli or some other healthy choice. I came so close to a real cheat! It’s much harder doing this with a husband around, lol! He has been so great and supportive, almost TOO much so. He kept trying not to eat around me, or eat certain things around me, and I finally had to tell him that by doing that we was starting to make me feel very self-conscious and feel like I needed to break the diet to make HIM feel better. And besides, the world is going to watch what they eat around me, I have to get used to being surrounded by less-than-optimal choices and choosing the right ones.

We went to the grocery store last night and stocked up on many more healthy options for me to have. I think the biggest issue for me over the weekend was that there weren’t many healthy alternatives for me to snack on.

So here I am, and I can bet this week will be even harder…not because of hunger or my body being crazy…but because after seeing an 8 pound loss it’s easy to want to try and justify that one little treat…so, my next challenge is getting through week two! Wish me luck! 😉


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Feeling Crappy and Crabby

It’s day three on my journey into diet-land, and I’m feeling kinda crappy today…which in turn is making me feel pretty crabby.

I’m peeing every 10 minutes, which gets old. My body is also…getting rid of toxins in the only way it knows how, to put it delicately. I’m shaky, I’m cold, and…I’m about to have to get up and pee again.

(and back.)

On top of that, my throat is feeling scratchy, and I’m praying that I’m not about to get sick.

But, I’m here still, hanging on. Three 32oz servings of water already ingested, and it’s lunch time. I’m not having hardly anything, but that’s ok. I’m not really hungry today, just have that light-headed feeling as my body tries to figure out where all that nice sugary and fried food has gone to.

I really don’t want to be at work, I want to be in bed. I’m like a drug addict coming down and crashing. I know that I’m a bonafide sugar addict, and I’ve spent the last year feeding that addiction and letting it control me…and now that I’ve stopped cold turkey my body is NOT happy with me. Either that or it’s very happy and has a wicked way of showing it. I’m shaky, irritable, freezing (which is very strange, I’ve been running very HOT after being pregnant and having Rea…) and tired. I just want to sleep, and at night I am not sleeping well.

Ugh, I just want this first phase to be OVER! ><

I was catching up today on a blog that I always enjoyed reading back when I was in my weight loss hay day. It stars Mary, and she is honestly one of my biggest inspirations, if for no other reason than the fact that she is open, honest, and candid with her struggles. In one of her posts she talked about the “journey” of weight loss, and other things that life is tossing at her. You hear that so often, almost romanticizing the experience…but her her words resonated with me today.

When I get ahead of myself, I obsess and start to stumble – I do best when I focus on one day at a time. I’m forced to think about the word journey itself, which has French origins. It comes from a medieval word meaning how far you could go in one day. In modern French, there are two ways to say the word day – un jour and une journée. The former is more of a unit, whereas the latter has a subtle nuance that implies duration of time. For example, when saying goodbye to someone, you can say Bonne journée, which is sort of like, hey, enjoy the rest of your day.

It’s Day Three, and I think it’s gonna be my hardest. I’m hoping by tomorrow my body will calm down and start to realize that there is plenty of fat left on me and start eating it instead of screaming at me to eat more of it. My mind is a different story of course, but once my body starts to comply I am thinking that will help.

One day at a time…going to go pee now…

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That about sums up yesterday and today! As I’ve started the plan of torture for my body to follow (via Allan) I am remembering this feeling of hunger! It has been something that in the last few months sends me running across the hall to Brad’s office to ask when lunch time is…and now it’s like an old friend come to visit.

Weird, I know, but the hunger is a satisfying feeling. It’s something that lets me know that I’m actually doing something about my fatty body, and that now my body can work to consume ITSELF, instead of me consuming crap to kill myself slowly.

I’m slightly dark today, apparently, cause that sounds a wee bit morbid. But I guess I have reason. Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of losing my nephew Cooper to cancer. I was never really as close to him as I would have liked to have been, but his death had a profound effect on me. I posted about his death after it happened, and going back and reading that post was slightly haunting.

I don’t want to go into dramatics, but I think the situation with my nephew helped to snap my mind into a good place for this…no more wallowing in self-loathing because I’ve failed to make a baby (yet!), no more giving myself a thousand excuses to eat like a pig. Life is so precious, and I will never have a baby if I don’t get my PCOS and weight under control.

I am committed. No cheating.

And I was. I really was. For the first time in my life I started a diet and stuck to it. Of course life had given me a situation in which it was easier for me than ever, but I look back and I really am amazed at myself for what I did.

Of course that it a bittersweet thing, because I look at how I let life’s situations throw me WAY off course and derail me between then and now. I don’t regret, because I won my prize. My precious little girl who brightens up each day.

Somehow tragedy is always my slap in the face though. It wasn’t until the horrible Sandy Hook incident that I felt like someone through a bucket of icy water on my head. Something telling me to wake the fuck up and start taking care of the life I have. Why do I need the cathartic feeling of stuffing my face full of chemically enhanced garbage when I have this wonderful little girl to take care of and a husband who, seriously, is honestly the best man I know (besides my dad of course).

Today and through this I choose life, I am committed, no cheating.

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Back at One


Whelp, what can I say?

Later on the same day as my last post, I found out that my dream had finally come true. I was pregnant! After 6 months of putting my body through its paces, it rewarded me by giving me a child. I now have a perfect, beautiful, wonderful 10-month-old baby, and her name is Reagan.

I also have 60 pounds of fat back on my body! 😦

Let’s just say the last 1.5 years have been both the most amazing, stressful, and trying time of my life (so far). I gave up my dream job to move back to Abilene…Brad graduated from his undergrad, but gave up going on for his Masters in order to come back to work as a Sales Manager. It just wasn’t feasible to continue down the track we were and raise a baby.

So, I got preggers and told the diet and working out to go eff themselves. After my miscarriage in 2009 I was scared to breathe, let alone work out. Once I knew things were ok, the impending stress of “oh my God, I’m going to be a mom,” and “Oh my God, how are we going to afford this??” drove me to eating like a freight train.

After my precious daughter was born, I went through the most dramatic (traumatic?) bought of baby blues. And on the tail-end of that we made the decision to move back to Abilene…which also meant I gave up a job that had meant so much to me. I spent the summer of 2012 depressed. I didn’t think I was at the time, but I think that had to have been what it was. Add in to that 3 or 4 failed attempts to reboot my diet, followed with that all-too familiar crash that comes afterwards (Taco Bueno, anyone?), and you have…this. I have totally brought myself 100% to where I was pre-awesome diet in 2011.

Of course my first thought is to cry (done that), feel sorry for myself (done that too), and grab some comforting pizza (done lots of that!). But obviously that’s not helping the situation. On some levels I can’t believe this happened, but on so many more levels I know that I can’t sit around feeling sorry for myself. It happened, I had a baby, and I would never EVER change that. But to be morbidly (ha!) honest, I’m not going to be any good to her in this shape. At this point I can’t hardly hold her for more than 5 minutes before needing to set her down because my back hurts, my arms hurt, I’m out of breath. How can I ever be a good mother, and a good example, if I don’t get my shite together?

So, I’m back. A little bruised ego, a LOT more me. A new town (I’ve got to find a pool!), new situations, new family. But I’m back, and I am determined. I’m back on a plan with Alan, he has a new challenge that starts tomorrow. I know starting something on Jan 1 is cliche and usually fails, but I think I needed a big start to get my rear in gear.

Lord, help me, I’ll need a bit of divine intervention here as well!

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Eek! 2nd Place!

Hello to the blog-o-sphere! I am still alive and kicking it. Last week was definitely challenging for me, as I’m still not able to kick the last remnants of being sick a couple of weeks ago. I’ve got a cough that’s annoying as all get out, which has made swimming all but impossible. I did manage to make it out one night last week, but paid for it hard the next day. So, I’ve had to avoid swimming until last night, where I got back on track. It’s still a bit harder, but I was able to complete the mile. On top of that, I’ve been craving foods like crazy lately – I must have had something to trigger an insane craving for refined carbs…get behind me, white breads and pastas! You’re not welcome here.

Work has still been extremely crazy, as it seems that will be the status quo for the entire summer while all these simultaneous projects are going on. So, my blog-reading/writing time that I was able to achieve before on down time has been suffering – because believe me, after staring at a computer all day at work, I’m avoiding them at home!

So, I was so incredibly surprised and excited beyond measure to see that I’ve come in 2nd place in Allan’s Phase 5 challenge!! I knew I probably didn’t have a chance of catching up to Elizabeth C ( whoever she is! 😉 ) when I saw the stats last posted a month ago – but I’m so proud to know that at least I was the closest one to her…even if I was still way behind percentage wise. Now I’ve just got to take a pic of my feet on a scale and send it to Allan, Lol!

So, please imaging me sitting here doing the happy dance!

I'm so excited!


(ignore my giant nose please…) 😛

So, for Phase 5, here are my stats:

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Once again – I’m incredibly grateful to Allan for putting all of this together. I’m enjoying Phase 6, even though it’s probably the hardest thing to get used to. My body put out great numbers for 2 weeks in a row, and last week’s number was bleh, so I’m hoping for a good number this week…one that may include a ONE as the first digit. That would make my freakin’ day!

Once again – thank you, Allan – as I told him in an email, I’ve lost more weight in the last 6 months than I ever did in the previous 16 years of trying. For him to put this all together for complete strangers and for FREE speaks truly of his character. I look forward to continuing my journey with him and the other Challengers – because I’m only halfway done!

That being said, I’m the one that freaking put down the fork and got my butt in gear, so now that credit has been given where it’s due – YAY ME! I’M FREAKING AWESOME!!! 😀


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But I’m Not Dead Yet…

Ok, all Monty Python references aside, I am crawling back to my keyboard today after a tough week. Not only was work insane this week, but in the middle of all the fun (in other words on Tuesday night), my body decided it was time to shut down with a lovely bout of the dreaded summer cold/allergy attack.

It is my opinion that there is nothing worse than a summer cold. Especially in Texas where let’s see…we had an awesome 111 degree day yesterday? That’s not a typo – one-hundred ELEVEN degrees. Yeesh.

So, I basically slept for two days straight, which seems to be the MO with my allergies these days. The system just shuts down and forces me to shut down with it. Somewhere in there I DID actually show up for work on Wednesday and run two conference calls…which I don’t really remember much of but apparently I did well. I guess that’s the cure for anxiety about speaking…be too tired to care what actually comes out of your mouth. In between I had a pillow in my office and the door closed. Thank goodness for great co-workers who totally covered for me.

I started coming out of my funk sometime on Thursday I believe, but had to run around 90-to-nothing to get everything else done for the week. I think I mentioned this before, but I think this is going to be a long summer… ><

On the diet/exercise front – the “good” thing about being sick is that I definitely don’t have the desire to eat anything – good OR bad. Chicken broth was right up my alley this week, not only is it a good source of taste on a low-cal diet, but also soothes a sore throat really well. All of that to say that I have lost more than I had thought I would so far this week, since all I’ve really done is lay on my butt, but I’ll take it and run!

I did get in swimming on Monday night before I got sick, but that’s been all this week. I know not to push it just yet. I went from marveling on Monday on how easy it was to walk up a flight of stairs, to huffing and puffing the next day because it’s hard to take a deep breath without coughing right now.

I made my way to Abilene this weekend to hang out with Brad, who is also battling the same symptoms as me, we’ve been perfect bums – me reading blogs, him working on some school something or other. We may go out shopping later as I think I’m finally going to have to wave the white flag and buy some new bras…60 pounds gone definitely makes the even my smallest sized old bras start to…er, droop I suppose. 😛

So. As of today I am 3 pounds away from One-derland. At this point it’s almost surreal and impossible to think about. I see the numbers on the scale, and I’m already lighter than I’ve ever been in my adult life, but I guess it’s not hitting me yet. I’m almost avoiding letting it hit me I suppose for fear that I would lose my focus and stop. I don’t think I would let that happen, I’ve come too far, but I guess until this new set of numbers stick around for a while I won’t really dwell on it. That’s kind of how I’ve dealt with my achievements this time around. I’ll wait about two weeks to make sure it’s not a fluke of the scale or my body before I’ll start to really acknowledge my milestones.

That being said, I have yet to decide on a “prize” for going beneath 200 pounds. Of course nothing food related. Right now I’m thinking either something simple like a new bathing suit for swimming (which, even though the foot is healed, I enjoy swimming so much that I definitely plan on keeping that activity around…and besides…111 degrees!!!), or maybe a bike – but I’ve never been a big biker and don’t know if I would use it enough to justify the cost (and 111 degrees!!!), or maybe something totally girly like new clothes or…a new seatbelt bag. I’ve had two of these over the last 3 years and I love them. Seriously, if you’re a woman and you are mean to your purse like I am (as in, I beat the crap out of them and they don’t last long), this is the perfect thing – they are quirky and fun and I’ve had my last one for almost 2 years and it still looks brand new. You cannot hurt these thing I think unless you set them on fire or something. But I’m also a cheap-o and I don’t know if I could justify spending that much on a purse right now…

And of course while writing this post I just found this…which matches my purse and may have a siren song too strong to resist…

Any other suggestions out there for a good One-derland prize? 😉

Oh and by the way, thank you so much to the ladies who answered my last blog post about clothing sizes and such – it was so interesting that all the comments I received were from ladies my same height. I’m 5’6″ as well. 😉 Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks – I haven’t had time again yet to go out and explore some more “normal” stores – hoping to get a chance sometime this week! 🙂

Anyway, that’ s my update, I hope everyone is having a great weekend!


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Where Do I Fit?

This last week was great for me – not only did I get back on track with the plan, but I had some great personal news and work was humming along. I’m still looking at being crazy busy over the next few months, but sometimes I feel like I do my best work when I’m swamped.

So, I’m starting to experience something new and very foreign to me – shopping in normal stores. I’ve bought some jeans at Old Navy a few weeks ago, but that was mostly to see if I could fit into them. Now, I’m finding that the majority of my old work clothes make me look like I’m a child playing dress up in Mom’s closet. So last Friday I set out to buy a couple of work shirts.

I’ve shopped almost exclusively at Lane Bryant for my entire adult life. This was the one place I could go and feel safe when trying on clothes. After too many dressing room experiences ending in tears (and a comforting pizza mostly likely) over the years, I knew that Lane Bryant was that one place where I could feel “normal” when looking for clothes. I wouldn’t have to find something gorgeous only to find that the largest size it came in was at least 2 sizes smaller than me. For years, if I walked into a store in the mall, a Target, or any place that sold clothes that didn’t say Lane Bryant on the outside (or Avenue, as I discovered that place only a couple of years ago)…I never even went into that section to see what was available – I knew that it would never be “available” to me.

So, on Friday when I decided to get a couple of new shirts, I definitely did it while trying to stifle some anxiety.

I started at a Kohl’s, because I knew they had a “women’s” section. I grabbed a few cute shirts, instinctively grabbing a 2XL. I figured that should be big enough for me, thinking that the cut of shirts in a “normal” store must surely run small. Well, those were too big. O.o I grabbed a 1X, which seemed to fit just right, and I was so surprised by how many options were suddenly open to me. I ended up choosing just one shirt that I couldn’t live without, and then repeated the process at Old Navy, where once again I was shocked to find that a 2X was too big.

So…here is my conundrum though…and where I’m hoping that maybe someone out there who has gone through this process before can maybe help me. This ignorance simply comes from years of avoidance of normal clothing stores:

At Kohl’s, the women’s section started off their sizing at 1X. Now, I know that “petites” section is supposed to be for ladies with short torsoes or legs, right? So I can’t shop there. There was also a section there called “Misses,” but their version of a 1X was definitely smaller…is this still the right section to start shopping next? Or is there some magical other section out there? Lol, I’m sure this is one of the all-time stupidest questions, but I honestly have no clue what section of a department store I’ll need to be shopping in in 20 pounds or so. Stores like Target and Old Navy aren’t hard to figure out, but I’m talking about when I need to find work clothes…has anyone out there gone through this? I figure I’ll Google this as well, but I just thought I’d see if anyone out there has any light to shed…

Anyway, sorry for a rambling post – yay for smaller clothes! That was definitely a mood-lifting NSV! Another one is this photo:

Jacket!!! O.o

So, I have developed, through the years, a sort of jacket addiction. Perhaps it’s a layover for being so overweight for so many years, and nothing covers up everything like a cute jacket. I found this jacket at Kohl’s on their sales rack and thought it was so cute! There was only one, and in an XL. I was sooooo tempted to get it, but it was almost too large on me (!!!). And since I plan to be smaller before it would be cool enough outside to wear this, I begrudgingly put it back on the rack. But not before I had Brad snap a photo of me in it.

Lol, so I guess yay for a clothes victory and an impulse by resistance victory. 😉

It’s Monday – rainy outside, but I’m 4 pounds lighter than I was this time last week. 2 bottles of water in, 4 to go today and 1 large tonight + swimming!


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Brain Sabbatical part 2 (Also known as the Brain Returns!)

I blinked and suddenly it’s Wednesday? Craziness!

Work has ramped up a LOT on me lately, so I’m hoping to keep some semblance of regular posting, but I can’t make any promises. It’s very exciting: a project which I am the lead on got green lighted by the big dogs! It’s very awesome, but since they want to do the launch on August 1st it looks like my summer just got crazy. I’m not trying to be cryptic of course, but yes purposely vague. 😉

In other news, my Brain has returned from sabbatical and I am back to following the plan to the letter. I’m over myself and the beating up process. But for my own record and such, here is the short version of what happened last week.

I finally did that thing that I said I wouldn’t do this time around. I started feeling awesome about the progress I’ve made and decided to “reward” myself with food. It was Mother’s Day, I was hanging with my family and they wanted to go to my parents’ favorite Mexican restaurant. Now, I’ve gone with them 1 or 2 times since starting on plan this year, but I’ve been very careful to stick to salad, no chips, etc. Well that night I decided that I deserved chips and salsa. And a meal.

Now going by calories alone, with estimating high, I never went over Phase 5 calories (1200 – I had not hardly eaten anything that day to save up!), but as I’m sure others out there can relate to…this sent me into some sort of downward diet spiral.

The week after that (last week), I was traveling for work where there were several business lunches and dinners. Then, the day I came back there was a funeral for a close family friend. And then Friday…well let’s just say beer and leave it at that.

Two things: 1.) I didn’t gain any weight. I was a little crazy, but I wasn’t stupid either. I ate non-plan foods, but kept tracking the calories as best I could and didn’t really go over the weekly total for Phase 5. Obviously though the foods were definitely not what they were supposed to be. The result was maintainance on my weight, which was not the best but also better than it could have been for sure.

2.) I’m almost glad this happened. It sucked and it was scary at the time, because I know so many times before when I “messed up” that it was over. I’d beat myself up about it, console with food and start the climb back up the scale. It was extremely, extremely hard to get back on track mentally. That one dinner on Sunday sent me into a week long madness it seemed. Now, it was an unusual week because I was out of my routine and had crazy things going on, but still – I have had crazy weeks before this one and did fine, even if I had to improvise.

But, I finally shook off the crazy this weekend, went to the grocery store, and had a nice long chat with myself. As I mentioned on Monday, I am hungry. Seriously – going from mostly liquids on Allan‘s Phase 6 trial, to way too many restaurant meals, and back to liquids? My body has definitely been screaming at me this week. Right now I am hungry for sure. But, I am mentally strong again.

So, work day is almost done. 5.5 bottles of water in, .5 to go + a large tonight. Swimming tonight as well. 🙂

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