As it says in the title, this isn't going to be a novel, so don't settle down with a cup of tea. On Saturday I weighed myself, having stayed within calories and exercised throughout the week...or so I thought. The scales said I'd put on weight, not much but I had. So I moved the scales, removed my watch, moved them again and still they said I'd put on weight. To say I was gutted and surprised was an understatement. So, like the adult I am, I took it on the chin and threw my dummy out the pram and settled down for a weekend of eating crap and drinking a lot of alcohol. Because obviously this is what I needed to do to bounce back.
Of course I was devastated, deflated and any other adjective that creates the sense of displeasure i had running through my body after the reading had come up. And although I did have a day off Saturday, I only did my normal saturday but instead I recorded the things I ate rather than simply eat and drink. I was astonished to find that I ate a whole week's worth of excess calories in one day. This made me realise where I was going wrong. You'd think, being an adult with at least some intelligence I'd have figured it out sooner, but no.
So I also took Sunday off, being the redblooded toddler I am and have thoroughly enjoyed my weekend, although I do now feel bloated.
There have been two benefits from my week off. Firstly, I am now itching to get back on my journey and my need for exercise has risen dramatically, so I can't wait until tomorrow to get down with the exercises. I know I will have out on weight this week, but now I am prepared for it and know that I am doing something about it. The second thing is that my Saturday 'day off must simply mean that I have a maintain day, not a 'go and eat whatever you like day, as this negates the entire week as I am essentially eating and exercising off the excesses of the weekend and I'll never get to my goal weight that way.
So this week I am sticking to my calories, doing my exercises and then some - especially resistance - and my saturday off will have a calorie limit. I want to look forward to weigh in days knowing I've done everything I could have to get to my goal, not just most of what I could've done.
So we'll see if I can do it next weekend. I don't care if I've lost next weekend, for me the challenge is to stuck to plan, especially Saturday, and see what rewards the following week will bring.
Determined isn't a strong enough word for how I feel.
Until tomorrow, stay strong and stay safe.
Thanks for reading.
Sean.
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