My Small Success
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thanksgiving was great! I flew down to southern CA with 2 kids and enjoyed the week doing almost nothing, but spending it away from home and with my parents and brother. DH couldn't come because his work schedule got changed due to a new employer, so he had to miss out.
I was a little nervous when I got to my parents' house and discovered they had no food scale. I rely really heavily on mine, so I had to figure things out food-wise sans scale. My parents' internet combined with my laptop also is a nightmare, so I had sketchy online availability all week. Nervous bout #2 when I realized I couldn't live on SP all week!
I exercised one day--the first day I got there, because the weather was beautiful and my DD and dad wanted to go for a bike ride...so I jogged along (one thing nice about CA is that it rains so little at my parents' house that I can exercise outdoors almost every day!!).
I ate normally most of the days and tried to do my best on Thanksgiving. My aunt's evil mother (I say evil only because she...) made the world's best fudge. I kid you not. It tasted like See's Candy, which is an all time weakness for me. I indulged in 4 pieces, which were the size of mini cupcake cups, since that's what she put them in. BUT I had mainly salad for dinner, and small portions of everything else so I could at least taste each part of the meal.
When I got home on Saturday, the first thing I did was step on the scale, because I had been obsessing and panicking the entire week that I had gained. I hadn't felt like it, and I'd tried to be disciplined, and my clothes all fit the same, but I was scared nonetheless. My gain the entire week was .8 pounds.
And I'm okay with that.
I'm back in the saddle this week, now that I'm home, and I know I will easily lose that .8 and then more. I'm only a few pounds away from the 130s. After my mom saw me last week and hasn't seen me since I started SP, she can't remember me being as small as I am now since 8th grade, when I was playing basketball!!!!!!!! She thinks I shouldn't lose any more, and neither does my husband, but I want to try for a few more.
I knew I wouldn't lose weight (that kind of expectation for me would only lead to disappointment and failure), but I didn't want to come home much bigger. .8 pounds works for me and I'm calling it my small success after Thanksgiving.