I know in my mind that plateaus during a weight loss journey are normal. Notice I said in my mind. In the flesh I struggle. Yesterday I weighed in and gained a 1/2 pound. Yeah, big deal you might say. Except I don’t deal with gains well…at all. You see, I have been hanging on the 45 down mark for a few weeks. I have officially hit a plateau. It. Sucks.
Before I when I hit the wall on anything peanut butter m&ms were my solace, my best friend, my lover, my everything. So I go home after my weigh in distraught over that stinking half pound and what do I see on the dining room table. Thankfully not peanut butter m&ms but chocolate covered donuts left over from the kiddos weekend treat. AAHH! I stopped the dive into chocolate covered oblivion long enough to look at the nutritional info on the box and stopped cold. Can you believe that just ONE chocolate covered delight is 290 calories!?!? Yikes. Step away from the box! I somehow managed to find the courage to grab a peach instead. I counted it as a major achievement.
After a long and stressful afternoon at work I arrived home to cook a delish and nutrish fish supper with mixed greens and tomato. I was patting myself on the back. Big mistake because later that night I crashed and hard. No, I didn’t get a donut but I did sneak in the kitchen after everyone was in bed asleep and wolfed down a cookies and crème pop tart. Picture me with a big sad face.
This morning I had my routine teeth cleaning at the dentist. I love getting my teeth cleaned. When you are done you come out of the office with a squeaky clean, fresh and dazzling new smile. I decided on my way out of the dentist this morning that is how I’m going to look at my misstep last night. Yes, I fell off my diet wagon. However today is a new day. *Picture me in my Scarlett O’Hara stance here.* I am going to shake off the dust of that pop tart and forge ahead.
So onward and upward!
Tonight begins my 5K training and I’m excited.
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