Flurries Don’t Hold Me Back… Well, Maybe. But Not For Long!

I derailed over the weekend.

But rather than let it seep into Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, I started fresh Monday morning.

I went back to my normal breakfast, instead of french toast cooked by TheHubs. I ate my normal lunches, instead of lunches out. Back to drinking 16 cups of water, instead of diet soda. And I ate my normal dinner, instead of a feast of crab legs, scallops and a baked potato the size of my chihuahua.

I stopped the bad habits dead in their tracks. They’re not allowed in Mondays. No exceptions.

I also didn’t use the cold weather as an excuse. Well, except for Monday cause it was flurrying. Yeah. Today, even though it was too chilly for our 10am walk, I managed to get BabyNate to nap in his crib (!!) and did a walk/jog in place in my living room for 25 mins. Then, later, it warmed up a bit and we did our 130pm walk as normal. I felt quite accomplished.

And frankly, it feels good.

I’m Struggling.

I AM STRUGGLING.

I’ve hit a wall.

I’m plateau’d.

I’ve stalled.

I don’t know what is happening. Wait, that’s not true. I have an inkling as to why I’m stalled. Soup.

Soup? you say.

Soup. Goshdarnmothertruckingsodiumfilledsoup.

In an attempt to eat ‘lighter’, we made soup the past 2 weeks. We were good and used low sodium broth, and even still, I usually halved it with water. And mind you, I ate only 1 cup a night, paired with a half sandwich.

But apparently sodium LOVES me. Like big puffy heart loves me.

Even though I drank water like it was going out of style, every morning my rings were a little tight. And I knew. I knew in my little heart that the scale would be up. And sure enough it was. What is a soup loving girl to do?

Swap out my soup for salads. That’s what I have to do. At least for most of the nights that we do this. Because no matter how much water I drink, I can’t combat the soup 5 times a week.

So salads it is! Which I’m kinda happy about, since I do need to incorporate more greens into my diet. Hopefully I can get back to where I was….

Speaking of which, this post now has ADD, I’m returning to WW as well. I’m not sure if it’s a coincidence or not, but around the time I started using MFP all the time, is when I started stalling as well… So maybe both changes will be good.

Fingers crossed.

My Scale Is A Cruel Heartless Bitch

I hate my scale. It’s a cruel heartless bitch on Monday mornings. Yet, somehow it also motivates. But I really wish instead of numbers, my scale looked like the ones in the Special K commercials and told me I was ‘sassy’ instead of a weight.

Today, I was kind of relieved, yet annoyed. I knew over the weekend I ate bad – not a lot, but what I ate wasn’t the best choices. So as I stepped on the scale, I told myself I’d be ok with anything under 235.

Cruel heartless bitch scale came thru.

234.6

I laughed.

Oddly enough, I felt motivated.

I immediately set to tracking my food in iTrackBites and planned to drink more water today. Heck, I even squeezed in 15 mins of exercise (which has been a huge slacking point lately). Sure, it’s baby steps. But baby steps in the right direction.