Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I know that is the name of a town in New Mexico, but it is also a reality in my life this week.
After having two weeks of very significant weight loss (last week's 4.5 lbs had more to do with a stomach blockage and the fact that I had to be on liquids only for about 4 days), I am really worried that I have gained somewhere between 7 and 10 lbs this week because, after the blockage finally cleared, I went a little food crazy. I didn't go over my daily calorie limits, but I was certainly on the high end of my ranges for about 3 1/2 days. Other than that, I have nothing on which to base my thoughts of a gain because my clothes don't feel tighter, but I just "feel" heavier, and I don't feel good about that at all.
I only allow myself to get on the scale once a week. Otherwise I obsess about it like a mad woman in need of a chocolate fix. Back in the time of my life when I was bulimic, I would get on the scale several times a day and then either binge or purge based on what it said at the moment, so that is why I have the parameters on scale use that I do. That is the last place on the planet I want to revisit.
Now that I have my food intake back to my regular range, I can only hope for the best for my weigh-in on Friday morning. Think good thoughts for me, please.