Tuesday, January 29, 2013
I was having a bad week. I hurt my back and couldn't work out. I'd regained all the weight I'd lost and then some over the last 2 months and holidays due to stress over the job situation.
So when I restarted Spark, it was with a little motivation, but mostly disappointment. I was up to 160 pounds - my highest point ever. I was disappointed in myself for allowing this to take place. I say "allowing" because I did nothing to stop it. I used food to make me feel better.
Last week I hurt my back moving a box of tile. I couldn't use the bike or do any dvds. I knew this would be a bad weigh in week. Cripes - would I backslide? I'd come off a 5 pound weight loss and knowing my abilities, would I regain it? I was avoiding the scale all morning.
But I had to do it. I took off my slippers because they HAVE to weigh at least a pound, right? Maybe I should pee again?
"Oh just get up there," was the look on the cat's face.
"Fine!" I glared back and stepped on the scale.
1 pound. Only 1 pound in a week. (I felt like the contestants on the biggest loser when nothing happens.)
The cat was clearly unimpressed and walked away.
Bless my doggus Dudley. He was all wiggly. (I admit I wanted to make sure he didn't have a paw on the scale, but alas, he didn't.) He jumped up on me and wagged his tail.
"Mom! Mom! Mom! Look at the NUMBER!!! You are back to where you started! Wahoo! You Rock! Will you feed me now?"
So I guess I'm neutral. It is just another week and then that little lady bug ticker starts trending back down. And that is what I want to see. I want to see it trend down.
In the meantime, I'm popping the ibuprofen and stretching my back out so I can start the 30 Day Shred Challenge. And I need a goal for that. I want by the end of the month to be 10 pounds down and have my size 10s be loose.
That is doable.