In the interest of creating a blog that I can look back on in the future to see not only where I succeed, but where I struggle also, I am setting down the good, the bad and the ugly of my weight loss journey.
I've been struggling with cutting down sodium. I'm surprised by how much I crave salt, and how much salt is in the prepared foods I eat, the sauce helpers, the condiments, the canned foods, which seemed so innocent, but are lurking with sodium.
I still don't think I'm drinking enough water.
Then there's Saturday, where I volunteered to chaperone, and didn't pack food, or even a book to read, and ended up eating concession stand food, and playing hours of Angry Birds. I missed my workouts, and the nachos upset my stomach. And I didn't even bother to track the food. Saturday was a lost day. I felt physically & mentaly bad. But no shame, no guilt, no mea culpas.
My tracking has been sporadic. I've been bummed about my weight. I'm up to 183.4. The weather is dreadful. There's snow on the ground, and if I don't get to the gym, I don't workout at all.
So here's what I'm doing right. I'm not letting a couple of bad days become a bad month. I'm jumping back on track right away. I'm lifting more weights, more reps, more sets. I'm tracking scrupulously today. Even the 10 calorie chocolate covered espresso beans I like to snack on. I count them out.
When I chaperone the next trip in a few weeks, I plan to pack healthy meals & snacks, and a book to read. I'll plan in exercise, too. Nothing too outrageous, just enough so I don't feel physically bad after the trip.
Final issue is that I made an appointment with the cardiologist. I didn't want to. There's a part of me that just doesn't want to admit vulnerability. But it's part of being a responsible adult to get all your check ups.