MILF-in-Training, Week 2
I thought of a million different ways to open this post expressing my disappointment in this number, but I don’t feel like being clever. I’m too defeated at the moment.
All of my hard work and nearly perfect eating (save my Saturday night wedding reception binge that consisted of vegetables and 10 glasses of champagne — but no cake!) resulted in a 1.5 lb gain.
I’m going to call this water weight and move on. I had maintained the 2 lb weight loss for the entire week (which I wasn’t necessarily pleased about, until I saw THIS number), and then BAM — the scale *this* morning shows this overnight 1.5 lb gain. Fanfriggingtastic. Maybe it was the Chuck E Cheese pizza and birthday cake last night from my daughter’s third birthday that I DIDN’T EAT. (Grr…)
If not, my friendly nutritionist and I are going to have a little talk. Granted, she’ll probably argue something about the 10 glasses of champagne… blah blah blah. I had saved all of my fats for the day, and used them then. So while it wasn’t pretty, it’s not like I hadn’t planned. (Well, I hadn’t exactly planned on drinking 10 glasses of champagne. I don’t think that’s necessarily something one plans on doing… or at least, not something one admits to unless they’re hoping to be featured on an episode of A&E’s Intervention. What if I say there were extenuating circumstances that tempted me to do it? Does that make me more or less of a problem drinker? But I digress…)
Other than what the scale says, the week went fairly well. I ended the week very tired — my poor body is quite obviously not used to exercising 2 hours a day for 5 days in a week. I’m already feeling stronger though, and that’s pretty cool.
Last week, I had promised a discussion of the reasons I stay fat (and I’m not talking the obvious eat-too-much/exercise-too-little, but rather emotional ones), but the idea is still baking in my mind. (Maybe it weighs 1.5 lbs…) I’m thinking about the times in my life where weight management has been a priority — and the times that it clearly hasn’t — and trying to identify some trends. I’m curious… do any of you have any thoughts on when weight control was more of a priority for you in your life, and why? I’d love to hear them. It will give me something else to think about other than this poor result whilst I’m crying in my V8.
July 16th, 2008 at 6:43 am
i will say your pedi looks great. even after 10 glasses of champagne…
July 16th, 2008 at 8:05 am
LMAO! You know me too well. I guess I should take the victories where I can.
July 16th, 2008 at 11:07 am
“already feeling stronger” obviously means a gain of muscle!! 2 hours a week for 5 days? wtg!!
July 16th, 2008 at 3:54 pm
LMAO on yo fee.
If you were on Intervention, it would be the best episode ever. “OK, I’ll go, but who has my wallet?”
July 16th, 2008 at 6:54 pm
hmmm. well, weight control was a much higher priority when i was single
also, i think i had a little too much free time on my hands before i had mason. i lifted weights up until i was pretty pregnant, but i haven’t ever been able to get back into it since having him. actually, now that i think about it, i can’t even say it is free time. i used to work 14-16 hours a day and still find the time to go to the gym. i am way more tired now than i was back then though. not sure if that is age or motherhood.
July 17th, 2008 at 5:37 pm
My guess - you’re ovulating in a day or two. The gain will disappear.
July 17th, 2008 at 5:47 pm
Regarding your larger question…
I’ve lead a yo-yo life, and for the first time in my life I feel like maybe I can break that cycle. I guess it may have to do with being older - I definitely feel too aged to eat a whole pan of brownies just because I’m frustrated. So I’d be self-conscious doing that. I also think I’m getting better at managing anger, anxiety, self-loathing, and other negative emotions - they roll off and recede better than formerly (and I have a solid support system now, in my husband). So weight management is more doable these days (I hope I’m not eating my words in the near future, ha ha).
As for why the work at weight management (which I was just reflecting on as I was walking tonight, as it happens) the big reason is I need to keep alive at least 18 more years to get these boys to adulthood, so on balance, I need healthy habits. Secondarily, I feel better.
In the past, I’ve lost weight out of business and kept it off due to general life satisfaction, and I’ve gained out of boredom, frustration, anger, depression, and general malaise. My hope is that these days I can maintain the conditions of general satisfaction and ride out the bad times without resorting to self-sabotage.
OK sorry for the novel. This is a home topic for me.