(Note the correct use of the word 'cue' which I mistakenly put 'que' last time and was reprimanded (humourously) by certain family members. ;) )
This was the most frustrating battle EVER in my history of weight loss. Frustrating, but entirely worth it. The first two weeks I lost a steady 2.5 lbs. Week 3 I addressed in my last blog post, and we all know...or those that read it know...how annoying that was for me. However, I needed to only loose 2.2 lbs. and given my steady loss of 2.5, I figured it wouldn't be too big a deal.
*insert your mental image of irony*
I thought I did so awesome at Easter. I woke up having lost .2 pounds more than my goal. So what really happened? No one will ever know. I can only assume it was the unknown salt factor, the possible wrong assumption of amounts eaten, the female gender curse that is a 'cycle', and the correct alignment of the planets that caused me not to gain .4 lbs, but rather an entire pound. It is the ONLY logical conclusion because really! How else can I gain only .4 pounds by not exercising for 4 days out of the week and not follwing food guidlines, and gain an ENTIRE pound in 24 hours?
EXPLAIN THIS FOUL MAGIC TO ME!
This all really came down to the wire. I was 1 pound away from goal all day Monday. I was UBER strict with my diet all day. On Tuesday at 12am, the game ended. I awoke on Tuesday exepecting to see the scale down since I was so good on Monday, but that sucker didn't budge even 1 oz, the jerk. I was so disappointed I was ready to phone it in. That Easter candy was just far too tempting, and I was far too depressed to go on. I posted on the DB board that I was debating just phoning it in. Call it quits! I was done with this! The replies were encouraging.
Wait one more day. You can do this! Lots of water and be careful with your salt and general food decisions.
Try for one more day! You never know what might happen!
I agree. Wait a minute. Water! Tea! Water!
I litterally groaned out loud and slumped over because I wanted chooooocolate. Iwas tired of counting calories and weighing myself and seeing no change!!
But...I held out. I had until Midnight on Wedn. to do my final weight in, what's one more day?
By 9:30 am I had walked almost 3 miles and had over 6k steps. I rested some, ate low calorie, low sodium, low carb. I drank 2.5 C of lemon water and 7C of plain water.
It was the worst. day. ever.
I was tired, I was hungry, I was semi-depressed and also stressed. It didn't help that my cycle was going to start on Wedn. because that just made me even more weepy and wailey.
But I powered through because "I could do this" and I didn't "know what might happen".
I went to bed exhausted and determined to eat the entire back of Cadbury min eggs if that stupid scale read 164.4 again in the morning.
On Wedn. I woke up with apprehension that was so high it's amazing you couldn't SEE it. I headed for the bathroom and eye'd the scale. I debated giving it a pep talk and maybe a big hug just to make it feel loved, but...it's an inanimate object, so I tossed that idea out the window. I took a deep breath and stepped on and refused to look down a few seconds. When I finally did though...
162.4
Yes. YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT. Not only did I finally shed that stupid pound that was hanging on, I LOST AN ADDITIONAL ONE. I am one pound UNDER MY GOAL!!!
*Rocky 'top o the stairs' victory dance*
My jaw hit the floor of course. I stepped off the scale. Waited a moment, stepped back on.
162.4
Again.
162.4
AGAIN!!!
162.4
I slowly walked into my bedroom and stared at my hubby a moment.
"I can't believe it."
"What?"
"I DID IT!!!"
I then of course proceeded to throw my arms in the air, waved them like I just didn't care, and shook my money maker...which isn't REALLY a money maker since it makes me no money, but more of a money looser because I have to keep buying bigger jeans to cover it. (Not anymore!)
In general, I made a complete fool of myself, danced horribly, and randomly fist bumped the air.
It's all cool.
Because I just lost 7.8 lbs baby!