I'm weighing in a day early because I'm out of town for the coast for the next few days. First, the weight: 205.4. Yay, right? That's down three pounds since the last weigh in. I was staying with family last week and apparently it did good things for me. The funny thing is that I ate quite differently in the family's home than I do at home. At home, I've been trying to eat more protein and dairy and avoid carbs and extra fat when possible. Over the week at my family's place, I ate toast with butter, cheese, and handfuls of roasted nuts, and nearly an entire box of cereal. Yet I lost weight. I'm not sure what to make of this. I don't think it was muscle loss because I continued to do my workouts while I was there. It really is blowing my mind a bit--I ate what I wanted....just less of it. I ate small portions of foods and I have to say that I really enjoyed those foods, perhaps more than I normally enjoy food. I was hungry each night by the time we ate dinner, but we ate slowly with time to talk and enjoy each bite. Maybe there really is a lesson here.
I'm a bit nervous though because my husband and I are enjoying a trip this week. Trips are always fun, but they mean different food patterns and frequent eating out. I did pack a cooler with sandwich materials, fruit, healthy snacks, and drinks thinking that if we could eat at least one normal meal a day it will somehow help. I'm terrified I'll come back home, get on the scale, and find out I'd gained eight pounds. It sounds crazy--how can anyone gain that much so quickly?--except that it's happened to me more than once before. Today I ate a normal breakfast, but I had a pastry for lunch, followed up by some chicken breast, a deviled egg, a couple bites of pasta, and two cookies for dinner. Not exactly great nutrition. Though really, it's not as horrible as it could be since I almost wavered and went to McDonald's. I was hungry for dinner and there was a McDonald's and all of a sudden, I really wanted something from there. I forced myself to stop and envision a hamburger and picture myself eating it and decide if that was truly the thing I wanted or was I craving it simply because I was hungry and it was there? I decided it was the latter and got in the car in search a healthier dinner. So see? It wasn't a great food day, but it could have been worse.
As I was wandering around Half Moon Bay today I saw this book and I thought it sort of applied to me:
The premise of the book is that a boy has a doughnut and everyone and their brother follows him chasing after the pastry. I would totally be one of those people following along but dang, you know I'd run to the front of the line and take that kid down in a tackle for that doughnut. The seagulls from Finding Nemo said it best, "MINE!!"*
*Uh, for anyone who doesn't know me, I don't want you to worry about my character. I wouldn't actually tackle the kid--that would be rude. I'd ask him politely first. :)