I over did it. It wasnít so much the Thanksgiving meal itself, it was what I ate after that put me over.
I planned for Thanksgiving, knowing what I could eat in advance, but didnít take the time to figure out what food I could eat the rest of the day and ended up overdoing it even though I skipped breakfast today.
It might not be so bad though. I didnít get all of my calories in yesterday, so maybe it will be a wash.
It turns out that approximately the number of calories I missed yesterday is about the number of calories I ate today. I didnít plan it that way though.
I did a double workout yesterday so I wouldnít have to work out today. It turns out Iím feeling a little nervous about that, so Iím trying to slip in at least a little extra activity here and there and will undoubtedly end up paying for it tomorrow with at least a little extra time working out too, because frankly, I feel like I have a bowling ball belly after all that eating.
Maybe it will be okay. I tracked the meal based on calories for similar foods on Spark, but several of the items I ate today were made to be lower calorie versions compared to normal, so maybe I ate less than I think I might have.
Well, anyway, itís one day out of the year. I think Iíll get through it, continue losing the weight and be a little wiser next year concerning the planning of the rest of Thanksgiving Day. And of all things, I thought that would be the easy part!
It turns out the past couple days my weight has been fluxing a bit. A little up one day, a little down the next, etc. I think Iím going to start recording my weight once a week after a TOPS (Taking Off Pounds Sensibly) meeting weigh-in instead of the daily bathroom scale weigh-ins that I have been doing for SparkPeople.
The cool thing about the scale is that I noticed that the next time that I go to the doctorís office, I could in theory use the regular scale if my bathroom scale has my weight right. Theyíve replaced the old scales with a new heavy-duty digital one a while ago, probably because they have some patients like me who for a while couldnít weigh in on a standard doctorís scale.
Itís refreshing to think though that Iím ďback on the gridĒ so to speak! Of course if you take my TOPS weight, because that scale is about 2.2 pounds different than my own scale, then I have a week or so to go to make that happen.
Thatís alright. It is frankly confusing to think of my weight loss as measured on two different scales and maybe three if you count my doctorís scale. So I should count one instead of all of the rest.
That wonít mean that I wonít peak at my bathroom scale every now and then though. Iím way too curious to wait a whole week to find out what kind of weight loss to expect for my weigh-in day! Maybe I should say impatient instead of curious. That would probably be more accurate, although saying Iím impatient makes me sound like I have a character flaw.
Maybe I do. Oh well. Such is life. As long as I keep it confined to things that donít matter, then Iím doing all right!
But getting back to the topic of scales. I have another bathroom scale besides the one Iím currently using. I had to buy it because I had gained so much weight that my weight exceeded the scales 330 pound capacity. That was depressing. Seriously. What does one do then?
I bought a new scale. Iím not sure the capacity, but itís over 400 pounds. The thing has a silly shape. Seriously, why on earth do they make the top of a scale to be sloped on all sides? Itís taking some getting used to and some practice to step on it precisely the same way each time.
At first I could never get the same read out of it twice because I could never step on it the same way. I was tempted to buy some paint and paint an outline where my feet should go, but I never did. I thought that might look tacky. It would, Iím sure.
The moment I get below 330, Iím pulling out that old scale again though. Iím going to do it just because I can. Why use the higher capacity one if I donít need it. Plus using the old one will put me in reminder of the victories Iíve been having along this journey.
Also, the first chance I get to weigh myself on the old-style doctorís scale, Iím going to do it. I just want to feel the exhilaration of sliding that bar over and having it not go to the very end and being able to get a weight read on the thing. That will be so amazing. I wonder if Iíll get emotional. For some reason it makes me almost want to cry now, but not in a sad way, rather in a happy, smile on my face sort of way.
Wow, itís all possible and Iím getting there! I just have to work off my Thanksgiving meal first!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!