So, the baby and I went downtown today to get more tortilla chips for our veggie chili. It was a grey and rainy day, always a bit of a downer, but we had already accomplished a 5.5 mile walk in the morning.
For some reason I was feeling hungry, even though I'd already had homemade oatmeal at breakfast and a hearty bowl of chili for lunch. Grocery stores grab me and pull at my core sweets-n-treats monster.
The "hippie" grocery store that we were at sells salads and all that healthy ready-made food, but they also sell gourmet cupcakes, european cheescake slices, organic sodas and hot chicken enchiladas. OMG! So hard to pass up!
I was so near to "rewarding" myself for the morning walk with some cheesy-spicy-chickeny goodness and then I remembered how hard I've been working and how bad I would feel seeing my Spark Calories go over for the first time since I joined.
Still, CHICKEN ENCHILADAS!!!!! "Eat them, eat them...yum, yum, yum" said my impulsive, forceful inner child.
What to do?
I never, ever say "no" to myself. How did I manage not to buy it?
Well, my mindful "witness" reminded me that the old pharmacy next door has an antique scale that costs only a nickel. I haven't weighed myself since starting the new fitness approach, eating within my calorie range, walking 3 times a week, doing my weights workout regularly and getting off of that hunger-inducing prescription I'd been taking.
Curiosity about my progress temporarily distracted me from the grocery market gauntlet. "It's been 3 weeks....how much weight have I lost?" I said to myself.
Now, in past years, the one and only time I had a trainer, I did lose 20 pounds in one month once. But this approach has been so gentle, a big change and rather difficult at times, but not as painful as I'd imagined. So, I figured I may have lost 2 or 3 pounds.
I redirected the stroller toward the front door of the grocery market, walked out into the parking lot, down the road a bit, into the tiny, cramped pharmacy. I parked the stroller, dug a nickel from my pocket, slipped off my shoes and stepped onto the scale. Okay, moment of truth, I thought, fearing that I could have even gained weight...as sometimes happens. Plunk...down goes the coin, up goes the scale arm.
I've lost....EIGHT POUNDS!!!
"No way! I lost eight pounds?"
Well, it must be true, because this is one of those actual hanging weight scales, tucked into the back of an old 1920's pharmacy building. And it's the same scale I weighed on 3 weeks ago.
Okay, so I was wearing shoes the first time, but that's the only difference.
That means that eating less and moving more really works! LOL! I lost 8 pounds! I haven't been this light since before my pregnancy last year. Wow!
So, what about the enchilada "reward" I'd been planning? Well, I was too impressed by my success to go that hog wild. I celebrated with a sweet black tea, splurging with REAL milk and actual SUGAR instead of soy milk and agave syrup.
Hey, ya gotta live a little, right?