Monday, January 07, 2013
Life has a funny way of creeping up on you and poking you in the middle of your back with a sharp stick sometimes. That is the way it was when I woke up this morning.
I knew it in the back of my mind that it was the last Sunday before going back to work. I guess that is why I didn't sleep worth beans last night. There is always a certain amount of stress when the end of the break comes and you have to resume your regular routine. That routine also included getting back on the scale after a 2-week hiatus, which I did this morning.
I spent a week with my daughter, her partner, and my 5 1/2-year-old grand twins for the Christmas holiday and then had a week to myself at home to take care of "me' things (including getting my annual mammogram) to recuperate from the trip. During the week with my daughter's family, I worked hard at making sure I followed the food plan as tightly as I could, but also made sure I didn't make myself feel deprived. I let myself have a few drinks over the week and tasted some amazing treats that all made it on to my food log. Most of those days I stayed well-within my personal parameters and felt good about what I did. I was even able to maintain most of the walking and stretching routines I set out for myself.
Still, when I got home, I was very reticent about getting on the scale, so I gave myself the gift of 1 more week without facing the scale because I was still on vacation. To say that I followed my life plan to the letter would be an understatement. I was very dilligent about listing everything I ate and did and also made sure I got enough sleep to make up for the time when I lost sleep driving for 12 hour on the way home. It felt good to be kind to myself. That grace period came to an end this morning.
At 11:00 AM I woke up, went through my morning waking routine, and made sure my critters were happily playing outside. I ventured back into the house, stripped down to my usual weigh-in garb, and touched the scale with my toe to activate it. I hesitated before I put both feet on the scale and tried to shake negative thoughts from my mind (although I had no reason to have them). When I looked down, I was very surprised and very pleased with myself because saw that I lost another 2 pounds over my 2 weeks vacation. It was certainly a gratitude moment.
The lesson I have learned from this is that I have to start trusting myself and the process. I am still learning to have faith in myself and my judgement when it comes to my food choices. After being unsuccessful for so many years, it is still a hard process to get accustomed to on a daily basis, but I am learning.