Friday, August 3, 2012
It's going to sound petty and vain and you'll be thinking "Get over yourself, Angie" or "Really? There are starving children in Africa and you're worried about THIS?"
or maybe you'll be thinking "Angie, you are my idol!" I really have a hard time judging my readers...
But I digress.
Since January 25, I have been on a conscious track to lose weight. Hubs and I want to start a family sometime in the future and I refused to add to my already overweight body. I'm on a mission to lose PRE-baby weight, unlike most my friends who are trying to lose post-baby weight. I didn't want the process to be THAT much harder, so I'm being proactive.
Also in January, I purchased my first smart phone [welcome to 2012, Angie!] and one of the first apps I downloaded was My Fitness Pal. From that point until about mid-June I worked out, tracked my calories, made smart meal decisions, drank more water and in about 5 months I lost 20 pounds. Then I slacked off, stopped running like I had been and just wasn't as mindful of what I was eating. I gained about 2 pounds back in the last month and a half.
But two weeks ago, I made a decision to get back on the horse. No more fooling around. I began REALLY tracking my calories, drank lots of water and I worked out 3 times last week. On Friday, I weighed in and had lost 1.5 lbs. Woo! Back on track and doing well!
This week I worked out 4 times (so far), drank over 100 ounces of water each day. And I was feeling really good. I weighed in this morning.
I've gained 2 pounds.
I was doing so well the past 2 weeks. Worked out and burnt a ton of calories. Was under my calorie goal every single day.
That question is rhetorical, of course. I'll get over it, put my big girl panties back on and move on. But this is exactly the point in a weight-loss journey when most people would say "It doesn't work" and give up. However, I've been in this exact situation before. And I know from experience that it will not always be like this.
Our bodies are so complicated. And especially as women, we may have a "fat day" or Heaven forbid a "fat week" where we just can't win [or lose, whichever way you look at it]. It could be a number of things.
After I had my little pity party this morning (that surprisingly, no one attended besides me), I ate my bagel thin with organic peanut butter and got ready for work. Today is a new day and I will lose those 2 pounds next week and THEN SOME!
Scale, you don't KNOW me. I'm someone's idol.