I've lost 1.2 pounds this week, with a total weight loss of 43.6 POUNDS!
Erm, and this wasn't due to my strict adherence to the program. Oh, don't get me wrong, I did start tracking (sort of) and I did start checking off my daily healthy guidelines (at times). And a couple of days, I walked twice and that helped, but I also was naughty--very, very naughty.
As I have mentioned in the past, I will be brutally honest about my digressions. If I didn't confess all, you would simply file me as one of those people who don't have to try and the weight simply melts away.
Many times when people start this weight loss journey they refuse to acknowledge the bad days.
There ARE bad days, people. If someone tells you otherwise, then that someone is blowing smoke up your A$$. It's the day that your personal demons come out to play with you and prey upon your emotions.
Those are the days that you stay in your jammies and eat a couple of pints of ice cream, a box of cookies, or couple dozen donuts, or name your guilty pleasure of choice.
This time--notice I said, THIS TIME?--my guilty pleasure of choice was a tub of icing.
You know, those plastic cans you buy at the grocery store filled with yummy tasty goodness, chocked full of saturated fats and enough sugar it should send you into a diabetic coma. Yeah, one of those.
Sixteen ounces of evil--ONE POUND--of your choice of flavor.
One serving: 2 Tbls. or slightly over one ounce.
Calories per serving: 140
Calculated Weight Watcher points: 4 points per serving
Servings per container: 14
I will say that I didn't quite finish the entire tub, I might have left one serving in the container, but that's it. Actually, it was starting to make me feel sick . . . but for all intents and purposes, I ate the whole darn thing.
AND I did it on purpose. I needed to saturate my desire until it made me sick. If I hadn't done that, then I would have done it again and again. I'm not condoning this behavior, but it worked for me.
Let's just do the math, okay?
Calories ingested: 1,960
Weight Watcher Points: 59
If I had let that one bad day (four hours actually) effect me for the entire week, then I wouldn't have lost any weight. I wouldn't have gotten right back on track. I wouldn't have walked. And I would have spiralled down into the morass of depression.
So the moral of this confession is to acknowledge what you did--and then put it behind you.
You had a bad day. We all do. If you dwell on it, then you will do it again and again. Resulting in the self-defeating weight gain that got you into this pickle in the first place!
It's okay . . . but then get right back on that treadmill, start planning your meals, and eat lots and lots of fruits and veg! Hey, it's almost springtime, which means yummy fresh veg, grilling chicken and more hours of sunlight to walk.
I love it! Only 3.6 pounds to goal!!