Last night I just couldn’t sleep. There’s a lot going on in my life right now. One of my young adult kids is home for several weeks and the other is on the way as I write this. She’ll be here at 10:30 tonight. I was expecting her 2 months from now. Life, and especially the kitchen, seems a little crazy. I dearly love having my kids home, but between work, church volunteering, family and the holidays coming up, it seems like there’s so much to do right now. I often start one project and abandon it because another thing needs to be taken care of. I think they call that putting out fires. That was me last night. Firefighter Barb.
I tossed and turned for about 3 hours before getting up. I was discouraged with this week’s weigh in for sure. I’ve been eating healthy this week and trying to eat less, so I got the bright idea to weigh myself at 2:00 in the morning. That will cheer me up and calm me down I thought.
It didn’t. I gained another .6 of a pound.
Ugh! Here I am writing this blog, trying to encourage myself first, then hopefully others, and eating right, and I gained!
Then I was trying to figure out if a weigh-in at 2:00 a.m. is considered a morning weigh-in or a late night weigh-in. You’re supposed to always weigh less in the morning rather than at night. Could I have lost more than half a pound had I waited five hours and weighed myself at 7:00 a.m. like normal people do?
I guess I shouldn’t have done it at all. All the experts recommend weighing yourself just once a week. I do my weigh-in’s on Wednesday, and this was Friday night. There’s still hope for this week. I wanted something to cheer me up, and seeing the number on the scale go down would have done it for sure. So much for that.
I was so frustrated I devoured two power bars that I snatched from my husband’s briefcase. (Fuel just added to that fire!)
This morning I felt yucky. More physically than mentally. Eating stuff like that doesn’t really agree with me. But I ate it out of frustration and hunger too. Like I said I’ve been eating less and been hungrier at times too. Last night I sort of gave up temporarily and added 500 calories to my caloric intake this week. But today I’m trying to get back on track.
It’s a slow process, this losing weight. I think we’re all taken by the “Lose 10 Pounds in 2 Weeks” ads. So when we lose 1 pound in 1 week it seems like failure. And if we gain, we’ll why are we even bothering? But deep down I know that’s the wrong idea.
Life is still crazy. I’ll be at church from 4:00 – 7:00 p.m. tonight, which probably means pizza for dinner there. But if I can stay out of Clark’s briefcase, and off the scale, I might just be okay.
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