It is the day of reckoning. My first time on the scale in over a month. I knew I gained weight, but I have to admit the scale almost made me cry this morning. I know it is just a number, but it still hit hard.
While I am surprised by how much was added, I am not surprised that it is an increase. Right before I stopped getting on the scale I went to the doctor who basically told me that the reason my scale numbers weren’t really moving is that I actually wasn’t eating enough to balance my exercise and my body just wasn’t having it. So things got adjusted.
And then the meal plan went out of the window. Thee was a holiday and several family events. We had out of town visitors and choices were justified. Instead of keeping myself to a single Friday night Happy hour glass of wine or cocktail, many sociable drinks were consumed on numerous nights (some alcoholic some not, all more calories than I am used to).Larger portions were also justified as Holiday favorites come once a year.
I can’t regret the carrot cake. I make it once a year and it is one of those cakes I could happily just sit down and dig in with a fork and eat until I am sick. I am not a huge sweet person but this has just the right spicy sweet and tangy notes to be my dessert kryptonite.
And just when I thought the holidays were over until Thanksgiving, Cinco de Mayo showed up and I celebrated with friends at a restaurant that is known for it’s generous portions. It has admittedly shifted the meal plan so tonight is a salad night instead of an indulgent Friday night meal, but there are no complaints from my baby doll, Last night was indulgent.
And I forgot that I would have to get on the scale this morning.
But it is what it is and at least I can stop worrying about how much I gained and take it as an extra incentive to get back on track. The next celebration is my birthday which is at the end of June. (June 27th in case you are wondering) so as extra incentive to stay on track, if I am good then my birthday can be celebrated with an expensive bottle of champagne and any cheese plate I decide to concoct. But until then, I need to reign in my indulgences and get back on track.
The worst is over though, I stepped on the scale and the numbers didn’t kill me. Now I just have to let the desire to see those numbers decrease fuel me into getting back into what I know I need to do. I know ups and downs are par for the course, but I have to admit my darlings, this one hurt quite a bit.