It’s Monday morning. A snow day in the Midwest. No school for my son. He’s happily sleeping in. My husband, the night owl, is just now sleeping as I’m awake at my normal time of 7 am.
It’s the day to check my weight. Though I didn’t over indulge in my delicious cookies, I suspected that they would still effect my efforts for the week. But not this much!
+3 lbs !
If I gave in to the spirit of depression, I’d definitely would be depressed today. I am beyond aggravated though.
Clearly I’m a glutton for punishment. How many times have I lost two pounds one week then gained them right back the next? All three times that I tried the Weight Watchers program. By the end of the 12 weeks, I’d have lost only 5lbs because of the yo-yo effect.
I only have myself to blame. No matter how much I exercise, I can’t get this food thing together. My environment and level of willpower can’t seem to coexist.
I mean, seriously, on Thursday when my husband ordered pizza, pasta, and breadsticks from Pizza Hut, how was I supposed to NOT eat that? Well…I didn’t eat the pizza but the pasta and breadsticks were obviously enough.
Now the question is how will I move on from here? Will I buckle down this week, lose a couple pounds, and then mess up the next? If history is any indication, that’s exactly what will happen.
Or do I throw the scale out the window (not literally, of course) and keep doing my best?
I’m open to your suggestions. Leave them in the comments below.