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Adrian Monk has nothing on me....

Portrait of my morning, Friday, April 2:
  • 5:45 AM: My bathroom. Relieve myself, then open the closet to retrieve the scale. I step on...... xx3.8 ..... oh fudge!!!! My goal is xx0.0. Well piffle. There goes my idea to go in early and stop by the WW Center to weigh in: why bother? I'm still up above my allowable limit. So I ate the breakfast I had planned to take in.
  • 6:20 AM: Ate breakfast, back in the bathroom to shower up. Aw, heck. Why not? Let's just see...... xx2.8 -- WHAT? I ate. I should be UP, not down a pound. I'm still above where I need to be and so forget going in early, but..... WHAT?
  • 6:30 AM: Out of the shower. What the heck -- let's take another look: xx3.8 .... wait just a sec. In 10 minutes, all I did was shower. How do you gain a pound SHOWERING? Seriously??? Screw it. I'll just weigh in tomorrow at the meeting I work.
In my faith, Good Friday is a day of fast/abstinence. I have some difficulty in balancing the observations that my church asks of me and the nutritional balance that my body requires now. But I did the best I could (the lone "cheat" being the smoothie I drank last night. I cheated on the church, not my diet). But I had nearly one-third my points left. That NEVER happens. I had to do something.

Portrait of my morning, Saturday, April 3......
  • 5:00 AM: My bathroom, and the scale reads xx3.6. Oh son of a gun. Yeah, let's go work out. Now. I went to the gym where I did a high-intensity interval session on the elliptical, and some legwork on weights (curls, quad lifts, leg press, and squats).
  • 6:05 AM: Home bathroom for a shower. Step on the scale and ...... xx1.6 ...... YES!!!!!!!! You better believe my "I'm in Goal Range, Let's Take Breakfast On the Road And Go Weigh In!" plan kicked into gear.
  • 7:47 AM: At the meeting site, helping set-up. I had the leader look over my shoulder as I stepped up. xx1.0 .... I WILL TAKE IT!!!! She was worried about hers, but same thing -- good enough to take it. We signed each others' employee weight slips and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, all that being said, even Adrian Monk would tell me to lighten up and stop obsessing so much. I don't get why there's such a struggle each month to hit goal. But I know some things I can do to make it better.

  1. Track more than my food each day -- track my weight. Track my stress level. Track my cycle (which day I'm on, etc.). Track my exercise without regard to activity points. Just keep an eye on everything and see if there are patterns which may explain things better. Hey, you never know.
  2. Keep working out. Oddly enough, even as the weight is giving me fits, the clothing isn't. Better than ever, in fact. Don't tell me toning up doesn't work -- my wardrobe is proof!!!
  3. Get more sleep. There are studies which seem to indicate that people who are chronically sleep-deprived tend to be more overweight - and hold on to it. Sleep-deprived.... don't know if I'm there yet, but I get far less sleep than I'd like. I've been pondering for ages how to remedy that situation........ so I need to think more on it.
Here's to making sure May's weigh-in isn't such a struggle!!!

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Keely Schultz said…
I am glad I am not the only one who weighs herself every ten minutes to see how everyday activities affect the scale's reading.
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