Not much about this week has been typical. Monday should have been my weigh in and meeting but the road conditions were bad (snow and ice) and not only do I not like that, my car is still new (not a month old yet!) so why dodge drivers who act as if the pavement is clear and they can stop on a dime?
I weighed in on Tuesday morning. I was disappointed to be up .6 pounds again, but not very upset. There have been a string of days where dinner hasn't gone as planned. An impromptu family meeting on Friday became a pizza night, and not the pizza my husband and I usually choose. This was thicker, cheesier and greasier. I was hungry and had two pieces, points be damned.
The rest of the weekend followed suit. I didn't track, even though I've said all along this helps me, I've been lax. I haven't been snacking on high point items and I have made the best choices I could, sometimes from a menu that was nearly printed on fried paper.
Given this admission, what is .6 pounds, right? Putting together how I feel after eating bad choices and how this affects my digestion and elimination, I think the gain will be gone by the next weigh in.
Years ago I went to a hypnotist with a friend. The subject was weight loss and we were all supposedly given the subliminal message "proper foods feel the best". That didn't help either of us at the time but it sure is true now.
I am not going to give up impromptu pizza nights with my family, but 80% of the time or better, I will choose foods that don't give me indigestion, sit like a brick or make the scale numbers go up.
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