Sunday 3/9 Diary Entry
Saturday night we stayed in a hotel in Lancaster, so I did not get to weigh myself Sunday morning like I usually do. Since this is my usual "official" weigh in day but I could not weigh, I decided to let this one slide. In fact, I think I finally am getting the point that what I weigh on a given Sunday does not determine my progress. I actually think the scale is losing it's gripping rule over my life. I really think how I look and how I feel is a more important factor in how I judge my progress now. I will still continue to weigh myself every day just because I am a believer that daily weighing keeps us in check (i.e. if I'm up a lb or two, I'm going to work out harder to make it go away), but this new feeling...this new mission of not letting the scale determine my worth/beauty/importance/etc....is REFRESHING!
We got up fairly early Sunday morning to get on the road and back home. We stopped at Bob Evans at about 9:30 for breakfast, and it did not go so well. I indulged:
Omelet with sausage, ham, tomatoes, onions, spinach, cheese & hollandaise
Homefries
Wheat toast with strawberry jelly
Diet Soda
Instead of driving straight through on the turnpike without stopping like we did on the way out, we took the leisurely, scenic route back and made more stops than I would have liked (because temptation was everywhere!) We stopped to use the bathroom and get a drink (diet iced tea) and a little bag of swedish fish got me. Then we stopped again and it was a small chocolate peanut butter custard...if I'm being totally honest...I think after breakfast, I kind of got caught up in "I've already blown it" mentality.
When we got home, we took a nap, and until we got up, it was dinnertime. I was feeling guilty about the way I had eaten, so I had a bowl of cereal and skim milk. Then, that good old "you already blew it" mentality came back and out came the Girl Scout cookies. Darn you girl scouts!! Why can't you sell sugar free gum or carrot sticks...why those wonderful, marvelous, crack-like-substance containing, addictive mint cookies?? I ate less than half a stack of cookies (maybe a third)...immediately felt guilty (and sick in the stomach from all the sweets) and decided I better get on the treadmill to try to burn some calories off. (I also tried REALLY hard to get Eric to eat the end of the cookies so they were GONE, but he wouldn't)
For my workout, I walked 2.04 miles in 35 minutes. I also tested my treadmill's incline and it worked!! I had thought for some time now that it was broken. I am so excited because now I can get in some good inclined walking to help work my thighs and butt.
After working out, Eric and I watched a little TV, I took a bath and went to bed. That's really it for Sunday...
Saturday night we stayed in a hotel in Lancaster, so I did not get to weigh myself Sunday morning like I usually do. Since this is my usual "official" weigh in day but I could not weigh, I decided to let this one slide. In fact, I think I finally am getting the point that what I weigh on a given Sunday does not determine my progress. I actually think the scale is losing it's gripping rule over my life. I really think how I look and how I feel is a more important factor in how I judge my progress now. I will still continue to weigh myself every day just because I am a believer that daily weighing keeps us in check (i.e. if I'm up a lb or two, I'm going to work out harder to make it go away), but this new feeling...this new mission of not letting the scale determine my worth/beauty/importance/etc....is REFRESHING!
We got up fairly early Sunday morning to get on the road and back home. We stopped at Bob Evans at about 9:30 for breakfast, and it did not go so well. I indulged:
Omelet with sausage, ham, tomatoes, onions, spinach, cheese & hollandaise
Homefries
Wheat toast with strawberry jelly
Diet Soda
Instead of driving straight through on the turnpike without stopping like we did on the way out, we took the leisurely, scenic route back and made more stops than I would have liked (because temptation was everywhere!) We stopped to use the bathroom and get a drink (diet iced tea) and a little bag of swedish fish got me. Then we stopped again and it was a small chocolate peanut butter custard...if I'm being totally honest...I think after breakfast, I kind of got caught up in "I've already blown it" mentality.
When we got home, we took a nap, and until we got up, it was dinnertime. I was feeling guilty about the way I had eaten, so I had a bowl of cereal and skim milk. Then, that good old "you already blew it" mentality came back and out came the Girl Scout cookies. Darn you girl scouts!! Why can't you sell sugar free gum or carrot sticks...why those wonderful, marvelous, crack-like-substance containing, addictive mint cookies?? I ate less than half a stack of cookies (maybe a third)...immediately felt guilty (and sick in the stomach from all the sweets) and decided I better get on the treadmill to try to burn some calories off. (I also tried REALLY hard to get Eric to eat the end of the cookies so they were GONE, but he wouldn't)
For my workout, I walked 2.04 miles in 35 minutes. I also tested my treadmill's incline and it worked!! I had thought for some time now that it was broken. I am so excited because now I can get in some good inclined walking to help work my thighs and butt.
After working out, Eric and I watched a little TV, I took a bath and went to bed. That's really it for Sunday...
. hehe.
- to lazy to even put my contacts in - so forgive me!)