For a Monday, I felt pretty good when I got up. I showered and got dressed in a pant suit that felt really loose around the waist and in the thighs. I was feeling good about the weekend and cutting things out that I usually have. I really felt that it was worth it.
I headed downstairs and was ready to face the scales. I had been keeping a log on the notepad on the refrigerator so there wouldn't be any guessing. When I got on the scale Friday, I thought ... darn, I've gained a little but immediately thought ... I can turn that around over the weekend and at least stay the same on the scales Monday. But, when I went to the notepad, it showed I had lost because I forgot where I was the time before. Good move on writing it down.
I really did paying attention over the weekend and I even worked out. A little bit of zumba from UTube in the room on Friday night and a whole 30 minutes on the bike in the workout room on Saturday PLUS all the walking we did while shopping. I was pretty confident.
SHOT DOWN. The scales were back up and now I didn't even know if I'd have a turtle at TOPS because there were a several numbers on my pad but I didn't know which one was from last Monday. I knew it'd be close.
My last gain was the week before Christmas and my streak ran out a lot sooner than I hoped. I gained 3/4# last night. It's not huge and I'm sure if I work really hard or maybe even just a little harder I'll have a good loss next week. I could analyze it this way and that ... last Tuesday was when I had a CODE RED day with snacking. I was completely out of control and felt helpless. I don't feel that way now and a small gain will not make me go back to that dark place. I'm pulling my boot straps up and DOING what I need to do.