After my gain last week, I wanted to redeem myself. I had been losing each week, slow and steady, and I didn’t like that I had recently gained two pounds. Usually after I have been out of town or thrown off my routine in some way, it takes me forever to get back on track, and I end up gaining even more. But this time, I got back right back at it, logging my food, working out, everything I knew my body needed.
It worked! On Saturday, I weighed in to a five pound loss. I couldn’t believe it. I got off the scale and back on to make sure. I just replaced the batteries, so I know there is nothing wrong with the scale. Wow, look what happens when I don’t get stupid about a weight gain, when I keep my head on straight and just get back on the right path. Who knew, right?
I took a rest day yesterday. Okay, I’ll be honest. It was more like a completely lazy day. And it was wonderful! My husband and I spent the entire day together, not doing much of anything, really, just enjoying the quiet day and picking on each other and having fun. I ignored any semblance of a to-do list and curled up and snuggled with him, and I don’t regret it at all. In fact, I need to do that more often.
This morning, though, I had a date with the treadmill. I passed the six-mile mark and think it just might be time to take my runs back outside. Treadmills are excruciatingly boring, and the longer my distance gets, the harder it’s going to be to not just scrap a run because I got mind-numbingly bored.
I am feeling good about this week. It’s certainly off to an awesome start. I know my loss this weekend will be small, to offset the big loss last week, but that’s okay. I am proud that I handled my gain so well and got back on track, and I am thrilled about increasing my running distance. Maybe there is hope for me yet!
Sweat & Sparkle 