Ugh

Pig OutAll I can say this week is “Ugh.”  The constant, non-stop, in-my-face temptations have gotten the best of me.  All day long at work, there are cookies and sweets in the kitchen, and bowls of candy scattered everywhere.  At home, we have leftover birthday cake and a stash of Halloween candy that appears to be magically replenishing itself, because it doesn’t seem to be getting any smaller, no matter how much gets eaten.

I skipped a workout one night earlier this week, convincing myself it was just a rest day after my long run on Sunday.  Sure, my body probably really did need a rest, but let’s be real: I took a “rest day” so I could go out for pizza with my husband and stepson.  It could have been worse.  I stuck to one slice (granted, this place has huge slices), and I got a side salad instead of wings.  But I also drank soda instead of unsweet tea and snagged quite a few of my husband’s french fries.  So it was far, far from a low-calorie meal.

Add in the damn cookies at work, plus candy at home, and I am barely hanging on this week.  All I want to do is eat, eat, eat!  I don’t see any way to avoid a gain at this week’s weigh-in, which upsets me.  I have consistently lost for months now.

I am not giving up, but I admit I don’t feel at all motivated right now.  I keep fighting the evil little voice that is whispering to just give in, leap off that wagon, start over on Monday.  But I don’t want a gain on Saturday.  And if it’s inevitable, after the damage I have done already, then I at least want to minimize it.

Last night I did an Insanity workout, but I still feel like a bloated, fat pig.  I hate feeling this way.  I have been doing so well.  Why on earth am I doing stupid things that are pushing me away from my goals?

The worst part is that sense of failure, that sliver of doubt creeping back in that maybe I really can’t do this.  I need to banish those stupid thoughts right now.  Of course I can do this.  I’ve accomplished too much over the past few months to give in to thoughts like that.

I figured if I come here and admit how I am feeling, how I have been eating, it will push me to stick to my plan the rest of this week and just maybe squeak out a decent weigh-in! No more candy, no more cookies, and I will work out each day, whether I feel like it or not.  I haven’t been working this hard to screw it up now, have I?

Happy Halloween!

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Get your Halloween workouts in today!

Happy My-Favorite-Holiday, otherwise known as Halloween!  My husband and I love to decorate for Halloween.  I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I’m pretty sure that we have the largest collection of life-size skeletons, outside of anatomy colleges.

Today is the official kick-off of the Hard-As-Hell-to-Lose-Weight season, too.  I came into work to a large platter of Halloween cupcakes in the kitchen, plus a cauldron of Halloween candy at the front desk.  It will only get worse tomorrow, when everyone brings in their leftover candy to make the rest of the office fat.

From here, we will soon launch into Thanksgiving, a holiday that has morphed into a day all about stuffing yourself crazy with food and pie, and then Christmas and its parties and traveling…help!

I just need to plan.  It worked for the days I had to travel for work last month.  I planned my workouts, planned my eating as best as I could, and I had a loss that week.  I need to do the same thing for Thanksgiving and Christmas, because I’m not willing to gain any of this weight back just because of some holidays.

The other night, I was digging through my dresser and trying on workout pants from the bottom of the drawer, where they got buried because I was too big to wear them.  I was able to move several of them to the top of the drawer, since they fit now.  Last night I was able to wear one of my favorite t-shirts to work out in.  It hasn’t fit since maybe last summer!

I also had to retire some clothes.  I tried on a sweater to wear to work today, and it was way too large.  Some of my clothes are baggy, and I still wear them, but this was too much.  I am keeping a bag in my closet to collect the clothes that are too big.  Right now it’s just a small bag.  When it’s a trash-bag full, I will take it to Goodwill and clear out some space for smaller clothes in the future.

Usually I buy our Halloween candy, and my strategy has been to buy candy I don’t like, so that any leftover candy is not even a temptation.  This year, my husband picked up the candy, and we now have a bag big enough for an army or a small village sitting on the kitchen counter.  Apparently he anticipates trick-or-treaters by the busload!  I will wait and see how much is left over, but I am pretty sure it will be a LOT.

Like I said, I just need to plan.  Then stick to it.  I might ask him to put the leftover candy into a bag in a cabinet that I don’t use much.  Then it’s at least out of sight.  Or maybe I just need to learn to say no and leave it alone!

Damn Cookies

I made a deal with myself about going back to the store and buying that top that I liked, the one I mentioned yesterday.  I decided that since the top is dressy, I can’t wear my old, baggy, faded black pants with it for the work event.  So if I have a pair of black dress pants in a smaller size in my closet that fit, I will probably get the top.  If I have to buy pants as well as the top, then I won’t bother spending the money on clothes that will be too big soon.

I have mentioned that I have a wide range of different sizes in my closet, thanks to my gain-lose-gain-lose dance.  Last night I pulled out a pair of black pants I haven’t worn in a long time and tried them on.  In fact, I almost forgot I had them.  They fit!  I am actually wearing them today.

As I lose weight, I am going to purge my closet and dresser of all clothes that are too big. I don’t want larger sizes sitting around.  I don’t want to gain this weight back, and I want room for smaller, nicer, cuter clothes when I reach goal weight.

Today is a struggle to stay on track and is testing my resolve, though.  I came into work to a large box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts in the kitchen, and we had lunch delivered for a meeting.  Guess what my boss wanted brought in with that lunch?  A dozen large, delicious-looking, calorie-laden cookies!  And she keeps saying “Have a cookie” and pushing them like a drug dealer.  I keep saying no thanks.  I can’t wait to escape the office and the food traps today!

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