Well, Hurricane Isaac is gone, though my area is still undergoing residual flood threats from the swollen Pearl River, thanks to Isaac's prolific deluge, and recovery organizations are jumping in to help people get back on their feet.
Last week, with nearly 20 people sheltering together at my church, who all brought the stuff that was likely to spoil if not eaten quickly, and with an area bakery bringing over a TON of goodies that would otherwise be thrown away, I let myself splurge a bit. Only one day did I go monstrously outside my calorie range, but I way over-topped my sodium range for about 4 days straight. And, I did manage to get in some exercise (dancing to some hot latin and cool oldies music) and extra housework by emptying & scrubbing out my friend's fridge (no elec for over 3 days), in addition to just doing whatever strength training came to mind here and there. And not knowing quite how to log everything I ate, I still logged it, and sometimes, I think I over-exaggerated, just in case. It's amazing how easily you fall back into always feeling "snack-y" when you start eating like crap. Good lesson there...when I eat real food, I stay satisfied.
But, now it's time to remember that I have a purpose and a plan, and to climb back on the wagon, so to speak. I was gratified to learn that I regained only a mere 4/10 of a pound, given everything. So, I mustn't have been quite as "bad" as I thought. I will say, after allowing the first splurge day, I just didn't want to eat like that anymore - so not used to it now.
In the midst of all that, however, I still managed to get almost comfortably into a size 13 button-fly jean...that's a junior size, and my womens' hips managed it.
The 14's that were given to me with the 13 are already a little too big. I now refuse to buy anything bigger than a 12, even though I'm not quite in it yet. I will wear a belt and wait.
A hazard of losing weight steadily is moving through sizes too quickly for it to economically viable to buy much.
I think my friend is right...I might be in a 10 by her wedding in December. But, I will buy a 12 in the dress, because I have my dad's football-player shoulders, and I'll never get into a 10 taffeta jacket by then, if ever (and I really want to wear that jacket!), but I can always have the size 12 dress taken in.
I'll have to have it shortened, anyway, 'cause I'm a shrimp. I look forward to looking totally fab as the whole wedding second-lines through the French Quarter from the ceremony to the reception site. And it's an early afternoon wedding...many of us will be hitting the town afterward!
On FB, I came across a picture or meme...I love the sentiment, it's what I keep repeating to myself. I'm going to post it here, like I made it my cover on my FB page. It's my new mantra.
And since I'm on board my wagon again, I'll report that today went okay as a whole, but what I put together for my lunch to take to work was not eaten in full. Why? Because right before I left for work, I punched everything into the tracker. A couple things surprised me. So, I left some off. But then, I was starving by the time we closed after several late customers & hairy situations. The boss had bought donuts...I weighed the options...eat the heavy-carb, super-heavy-sodium remainder of my lunch or eat a donut.
I chose the donut...and then chose another.
The upshot is that I had very little calorie room for a true dinner, but then, I'd eaten the donuts at 8pm anyway! So, I came home, had some almonds, did nearly 20 min of strength training, and caught up on my water, and now, it's time for bed.
Niters, fellow Sparkers!