More evidence to hate the scale
Well, things are slowly spiraling out of control. Maybe that’s not 100% accurate, but that’s how I feel.
Here’s a recap on yesterday. Got in a good workout and for the most part food was good at home. I did eat some junk in the morning and quickly got an upset stomach. It’s funny how quickly your body adapts to eating healthy food and revolts when you put crap into it. Anyway, I didn’t stress over it because I enjoyed every bite as I ate it.
When we got to my parent’s house I followed my plan of eating a small bit of what I wanted and then going back for more. It was hard to get over the guilty feeling as I was eating food, especially the bread. But for the first holiday in quite some time I felt somewhat in control of what I was eating. Until the end of the night. I was in the kitchen packing a few things up and for whatever reason I started nibbling on the ham. OK, nibbling is inaccurate, I started mowing down on it. I’m not a big fan of ham but my mom got the kind that I like and I chowed.
Overnight my all-or-nothing thinking reared it’s ugly head. Kyle was up for a couple of hours and my favorite dessert (leftovers from last night) was beckoning me. I ate 2 or 3 pieces, I can’t remember. When morning came and the search for Easter baskets began we had a blast and I forgot I was tired. I was planning to workout but instead decided to take a nap and it was heaven.
So here I am, about 30 minutes before we’re leaving for Easter at my MIL’s. I’m still going to practice my plan, eat what I want but do it consciously.
So why do I hate the scale? I hopped on this morning just to inspect the damage and it read 275. Yesterday I was at 269. It honestly didn’t upset me because I know most of the gain was due to water retention from the sodium in the ham, but it just shows how evil it is that it can show a 6 pound gain in one day. I may have gained a pound with all of the food but even I realize that I didn’t shovel in 20,000+ calories in one day.
Off to face another challenge.