HW: 296.6 lbs.
Last week: 233.4 lbs.
This week: 232.8 lbs.
WK1: -5.0 lbs.
WK2: No Change
WK3: -0.6 lbs.
WK4: — lbs.
TL: -63.8 lbs.
Not super exciting this weigh-in, but I think 0.6 lbs. is a respectable loss =)
So I struggled a bit on Monday this week. I had done really well on the weekend. I had ONE cheat meal, which, was planned on Saturday and I recovered well from it. However, on Monday night I suddenly told my husband I wanted pizza. Hubby is a fellow pizza lover, so I knew he would be down before he even said yes.
He asked if I really wanted it and to be honest, I didn’t REALLY REALLY want it. It told him I would lay down for a bit and let him know later. Maybe my brain was tired from work and I just needed to rest a bit before prepping dinner.
After 15 mins. of laying in bed, my husband asked if I had decided and I said yes, even though I still wasn’t sure. I guess part of me felt like I would feel bad for presenting the possibility of pizza and then taking it away. It’s silly really. I know my husband would have been fine if I changed my mind. One of the million things I love about him is how he can support me on my health journey but let me make my own decisions without judgement. He trusts that I will make the right choices for myself. (Even though sometimes I can’t be trusted, lol.)
Pizza is a dangerous food for both of us. When we get it, we always overeat. So yes, I have regrets about this unplanned cheat meal. I think my weight loss this week could have been much better. I know that in the end, this meal didn’t hurt my progress too much. It didn’t make me gain all my weight back. However, there’s something I need to learn from it. I was feeling some type of way on Monday and I can’t really pin point what it was, but it caused me to mindlessly eat pizza. I should have been able to find out what that “bad” feeling was instead of ignoring it and making myself forget it with food.
I knew that there was some sort of emotion tied to my decision to get pizza. I just didn’t want to explore it at the time. This is how I know I have an emotional eating problem. I think I even have a problem with sabotaging myself when I’m doing really well. I am on that edge of doing really and becoming careless, or continuing to do well.
I’ve been feeling awesome lately. Clothes fit better, movement is easier, skin is clearer. Mentally, I was feeling awesome too. So why did my brain decide that things were too good and turn against me on Monday? It could be something very deep-seeded and hard for me to dig out. Or maybe it is something as simple as, I was tired and just wanted a break from this long, hard journey.
I have to push through. I have to remember my ultimate why and reach my goal. Every time I lose focus, I push that goal farther down, I’ve been doing it for so many years. I don’t want to wait anymore. I have it in me. I can do this!