I am writing this being half way through my 3rd week, after my second weigh in.
The second week was great, I was full of energy and I was still flying high! After my weigh in being successful, I was pumped to keep it going.
I knew at some point, my energy would slow down, but I have my mindset being different than previous times, because this time I’m going the distance (*cue Disney’s Hercules soundtrack*).
I had my second weigh in this last Wednesday, January 18th. Drum roll…
I went down to 333.6 lbs from last week’s 337.8 lbs. That is 4.2 lbs, added to my previous 9.2, I am currently at a 13.4 lb loss total. Moving along nicely!
I knew that I wouldn’t have as big of a loss as the first week, but I’m happy with what I’ve done so far. After my second weigh in, I am far ahead in my competition with my coworkers in my department at work, which makes me feel great. Not that the competition for the Biggest Loser is everything, but it is a nice little add on.
So, Wednesday went well, and so did Thursday and Friday. Then Saturday happened. I hadn’t really had any stumbles yet on my short journey, but I knew at some point, I’d hit a rough spot. The rough spot was me going back home for the day to celebrate my grandma’s birthday. I started off strong! I brought along a protein bar, ate half, and homemade a fruit smoothie to keep me full. I didn’t overeat at the family get-together, but I did have a cupcake, but I allowed myself to have that little reward since I hadn’t really done that yet and it was a special day. So far, so good. I was feeling a little guilty, but not too bad. Still having complete intentions on staying on track.
Then I had an emotional struggle that always seems to creep in when I’m home visiting family. Without going into too many details during this post, I’ve always had a rocky relationship with my mom. This weekend triggered some issues that emotionally sent me over the edge and really shook me. I started on the 2 hour drive back home and after feeling so strong, I felt myself begin to crumble. My mind went to a foggy, gloomy, sad place. I’d lost my strength. When I finally made it home to my husband, I told him how upset I was. He decided to take me out to dinner to cheer me up and we went to Texas Roadhouse since they were open late. I ordered a water, and that was about the only smart decision I made that night. I ordered a steak with salad and baked sweet potato, and ate 3 SWEET ROLLS. I knew while I was doing it that I shouldn’t. I felt guilty while eating it. And honestly, it wasn’t even that good. I still feel guilty for not even trying to eat better that night. But I am looking at it like it was my bump in the road, and that is okay. Okay as long as I stay on the road. And I am.
So, on Sunday, I was not feeling very good when I woke up. I still felt guilty, but also felt a little sick to my stomach for eating that much, and also not very good food. By the time lunch came around, I felt better, so after church, my husband and I went to eat Thai food, which was not as healthy, either, but I did not overeat, nor have as many carbs. I felt a little guilty, but not as bad.
Now, here it is Sunday night and I’m reflecting on my decisions that I’ve made over the last 24 hours. I’m disappointed with myself, but I’m not going to let it get me down. I’m still working toward this overall goal of health for the rest of my life. And honestly, I’m glad I care enough to stay on track. Right now would be the exact moment the old me would give up on my diet and go back to doing whatever I wanted, but not this time.
I’m praying that God renews my strength. I’m doing this not just for me, but for me to have a better vessel for God to use for His will. I want to take care of the body God designed for me.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” – Psalm 139:13-14
Now, I am looking at the next 2 days to try to make up for my mistakes this weekend before my next weigh in on Wednesday! I will be lucky at this point to go down even 1-2 lbs. I will be grateful for any loss. But just because it may not be a big loss this Wednesday, does not mean I cannot have a successful weight loss journey altogether.
My blog says “Spread wings. Stumble. Fly. Repeat.” and that is exactly what I intend to do.
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” – Isaiah 40:29
Refresh me, O Lord. Renew me.