Slimmer this Summer ~ Week 3

 
Today begins Week 3 of the Slimmer this Summer Challenge.  I'm looking forward to this new week.  A new beginning.  A clean slate. 

Week 2 was not a successful week for me.  I blame myself.  I mean, really, who/what else can I pin the blame on? 

Last Monday, we spent the day at Sesame Place.  I thought it would be a challenge to stay within my daily calories while at an amusement park.  But really, I didn't do badly at all.  I shared a Chicken Caesar Salad Wrap with Joe, shared some fries with Grace and ate a chocolate chip cookie.  Not bad at all.  I came home, added the calories to my food diary on MyFitnessPal.com, and was proud of the fact that I did so well when there was so much junk food tempting me! 

Tuesday and Wednesday, things were back to normal.  Measuring, weighing, counting, journaling.  All things neccessary for counting and keeping track of my daily calories. 

By Thursday, I was burned out.  I was sick of reading labels.  Sick of measuring.  Sick of weighing.  Sick of journaling.  I was tired of the pile of dirty measuring cups in my sink.  I was just fed up to the point that I was really emotional about it.  Thursday, I decided to give myself the day off from counting calories.  My guess is that I went over calories, but still not as many as I would have eaten before the challenge began.

Friday, I planned on getting back on track.  I hosted a mini high school reunion at my house and had an idea of what/how much I was going to eat that day.  I planned on sneaking into the house (we had lunch outside) to weigh the deli meat and put it on a 100 calorie Sandwich Thin.  After so many trips inside to get a salad bowl, a serving spoon, show someone to the bathroom, etc.  I just caved when it was time to prepare my sandwich.  I didn't weigh the meat and I used a full calorie kaiser roll!  There were a few other bad points of the day (where calories are concerned) but I won't bore you with all of the details.

After two days of not counting, it was just too easy to decide to skip on Saturday, too.  Really, I just couldn't get myself to even care about the challenge.  I didn't care that weigh in was Sunday morning.  I didn't care that I knew I would have to sit down and type out all of my failures for the week.  I just didn't care.  Sigh.  Not a good attitude at all.

On Sunday, I stepped on the scale.  I dreaded seeing the number, just knowing in my gut that it would be a gain.  I was surprised when I saw a tiny loss.  A very tiny loss.  .4 lbs.  No that's not another FOUR pound loss.  That's POINT 4.  Not even a half of a pound.  But you know what?  I'll take it!  I know I don't even deserve that much, but I'll take it!

I had a difficult time on Sunday.  I still had no desire to count calories or keep track of portion size.  But I forced myself to do it.  Knowing that there was no way I could start off the new week with another failure.  That if I didn't begin the week on there would be no chance of me staying on track for the rest of the week. 

I was so hungry for most of the day.  Really hungry.  I realized I was very tired.  I also realized that I was tired for most of the week.  That just had to be the reason I was so hungry on Sunday and also the reason why I felt burned out and deprived on Thursday, causing me to lose sight of my goals and just not care if I failed or not. 

We have another busy week planned, so my goal will be to get to bed early as often as I can or nap while Grace naps if I start to feel over-tired.  I don't want a repeat of last week. 

I'm still waiting on Joe to get the exercise bike up from the basement.  (It's too heavy for me to get up the stairs.)  So, exercise was a fail again last week.  But looking back, I don't think I would have exercised ayway.  Not with the miserable attitude I had last week.

So, there's my update for Week 2!  Moving on to Week 3 and a better attitude!