When Up is Down

Yesterday's official weigh-in was not happy-making. I went up 0.8 of a pound. Here's why:

I didn't track my food last week and I ate things absent mindedly.
I haven't gone to the bathroom for 3 days.
I'm wearing my fall clothes now, which are heavier than my summer clothes.

I was prepared, I knew it was coming. But I still felt crappy afterwards. Even though I know it's all about the long haul, my short-term self was pissed and wanted to say "Screw this!"

I had a workout planned after work. My husband usually joins me and he baled. I DIDN'T want to go. I got myself on the bus to the gym and, when I got there, wanted to grab the bus that took me straight home. Instead, went to Starbucks where I read for an hour over green tea and a piece of lemon-poppyseed loaf. Not great, but not horrible. Then I self-talked my way over to the gym. It went something like this:

"So, just go and get changed."
"I don't want to."
"Just go...just do 15 minutes and then you can head home. I promise."
"I don't want to. I'm tired. My shoulder hurts too much."
"Well, you could use the hot tub for your shoulder after those 15 minutes."
"I hate hot tubs!" (This is true...can't stand them)
"Just 15 minutes....that way you can go home with wet hair and you'll be the one that did your workout today!"
"Okay." muttered sullenly.

I think a big chunk of this conversation was said outloud! The people next to me probably thought I was crazy.

Anyway, that got me to the gym, the 15 minutes turned into 40, I felt much better at the end of it all, and I stopped by the pharmacy to buy a heat bag for my shoulder - something I'd been delaying for a week, for some weird reason...I got home, my honey had cooked dinner, albeit it with THREE starch portions. But, thanks to my workout and the piece of lemon loat, a deliberate treat instead of unconscious eating, I stayed conscious of my day's caloric allowance and ate within it.

So my up and down day ended on a good UP!