Right. So the last time I posted I was going to get my act together and start acting right.
Life threw back it’s head and laughed an evil laugh. Silly girl, we can’t have that.
I ended up leaving town for work. It was supposed to be for a week, and that week turned into two, and those two turned into a month.
If I knew it was going to be this long I would have booked a stay in one of those extended stay hotels with a small kitchenette, but by the time I realized I wouldn’t be going home any time soon, it was to late.
I’ll admit my first thought was I. Am. Screwed. Eating out is my Achilles heal, and now I was going to have to eat out every meal for a month.
My whole trip was last minute, but I was lucky enough to stay in a hotel that had a small refrigerator and microwave in the room.
Do you ever seen those hard boiled eggs floating in mystery liquid in the gas station and wonder who on Earth would buy something like that?
This girl, that’s who.
I also used to wonder who would buy them already boiled at the grocery store when it’s so easy to do at home. Now I know!
So breakfast was covered. Hard boiled eggs? Check. Greek yogurt? Check.
Yeah…It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Looking back through the posts here I see the last time I connected was to post a new recipe, and before that to lament the fact that I’d gained five pounds back.
Oh how I wish it was just five pounds now. Through that challenge I posted I lost them and thought I was back on track.
Ahh the holidays, that wonder time of the year for being with family and friends.
It’s also that time of year filled with parties, drinks and food. When I put my jeans on this morning I briefly wondered if I should register them as a lethal weapon because if the button popped off it would probably take out a small child.
So how did they get me, the one who has lost all this weight and kept it off for over a year? It’s not a simple question. First of all, the holidays can be hard for people like me who have lost a lot of loved ones. Secondly, I’ve been working non-stop since August, averaging 80 hour work weeks, hence the lack of blog posts and recipes from me. Lastly, I really love to bake. Not only that, I love to eat it. Sugar, glorious sugar will always be my drug of choice.
I’ve been white knuckling the back of the wagon since September. My crazy work schedule totally threw me for a loop. Food prep and just plain doing anything but sleep when I’m not at work is hard once you throw in my commute time to my 12 hour work day.
per·spec·tive: a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.
Perspective was a very important word while I was losing weight, and I think it is even more important now.
I had a little perspective wake up call this weekend, and thought I’d share it with you all. It was a lesson I’ll never forget, but sometimes gets pushed to the back of my mind until a reminder brings it to the surface.
We have to go in the way-back machine for this one folks. It was back in 2002, the first time I joined Weight Watchers. I was a losing machine, but hungry all the time. You are only going to get so far that way, and thankfully Weight Watchers and myself have come a long way since 2002.
So my crazy busy work schedule is hopefully behind me for awhile, so I’m back, and not a moment to soon. I actually missed my monthly weigh-in for June, something I swore would never happen.
That’s not real life though. Real life is messy and unpredictable. Real life seldom presents you with the best possible circumstances to maintain your health, and you have to learn to roll with it.
One month will not make or break me. I’m going to admit to you all, I was nervous as hell when I stepped on that scale. Sure there are habits that are ingrained now, but the habit, the most important one, had disappeared since the advent of the Freestyle program.
For over a year and a half I religiously tracked my food. Even if I had to guess I still guessed and put it in my Weight Watcher app. I started out with the best intentions. So many of the now free foods were my daily staples. Tracking all those zeros seemed like a big waste of time, so I started to relax with it until tracking was non-existent.
How could I go from being so disciplined to a free for all in such a short amount of time is truly terrifying. I was pleasantly surprised when I hit my goal number on the nose when I stepped on that scale a couple of weeks ago. Obviously some of those habits still do a body good.
The problem is at one time I was five pounds under that number. It may not seem like much, but I know that it starts as a little snowball and grows bigger as it rolls down the hill. Maybe it’s silly, but I felt better, stronger with those five pounds gone.
So I have received a lot of very sweet messages asking about my whereabouts. Some wanted to know if I was okay, some wanted to know if I fell off the wagon, and some wanted to know if I fell off the Earth.
I’m still here y’all! Sundays are blog days. I write all my blog posts on Sunday and schedule them to post during the week. I’ve been working a lot of Sundays lately, and the ones I haven’t have been filled with Birthdays and other special occasions.
It is also my meal prep day, so when I work or am busy that day something has to give – and unfortunately my choice has to be the blog, because if I don’t meal prep this weight is going to come back with a vengeance. This much I know.
So your foray into (insert diet plan name here) is not working. You aren’t losing, or aren’t losing as much as you used to lose when you did this before.
I’m coming up to a year of being back on the wagon with Weight Watchers, and I found myself in the position just a few months after my restart, before I started this blog. I mean when I did it in the past the weight just fell off me. Like 3 or 4 pounds a week (which isn’t healthy btw and probably why I didn’t keep it off).
This time is was more like a pound or two a week during the first couple of months, but then I started seeing losses that were like .2 pounds. .4 pounds. 0 pounds.
So it’s human nature to try and find a reason why. Surely it must be that something is different. That something is preventing us from losing the weight like we used to lose it.
So I started paying attention. I’m going to refer to what I found in calories for this post, because a lot of people that read me do not follow Weight Watchers. I’m a cheerleader in doing what works for you, so I hope this can help anyone who is stuck.
I have a huge coffee addiction, one that I do not want to give up. I get up at 3 AM!! to go to work. If I don’t have my coffee, I will end up in prison.
I would not do well in prison.