Tuesday weigh-in didn’t go so well today. It’s been 3 weeks since my last weigh-in. Two weeks during which I was traveling and trapped eating catered food for almost every meal. I did my best but against industrial food prep there’s really no match.
I’m up 5-6 pounds. I’m not sure exactly which, because I don’t remember the exact number last time, but I do know today’s number is WAY out of my comfort zone. Immediate action plan in effect: Continue running every other morning. Start journaling food intake every day and keep it below 1700. Continue riding bike to work every day. Add some lunchtime walks.
Grr. It’s annoying, but it’s not the end of the world. I’ve got other things on my mind right now, but I never get to stop paying attention just because I’m distracted or busy. If you think I love this fact, or enjoy it in any way you don’t know me very well. It’s something I have to do whether I care to or not.
One other important thing for me to do is to resist getting on the scale every morning to see if it’s coming down. It will be, but getting all psycho about the scale won’t help my mental health in any way. *breathe* This is a normal part of the weight management cycle. *breathe*