Damn you, pizza!
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Okay. Not really. I had pizza for dinner last night. I ate it pretty late. I stayed within my calories all week, including last night. And, blessed by the high sodium content of the pizza, I didn't have to get up and pee a couple of times during the night the way I usually do.
This morning was my official weekly weigh-in and the scale didn't budge since last week's weigh-in. Which probably has everything to do with me keeping a few litres more of water in my system until the salt wears off. Plus my pattern is one week of high loss and then a week with a minimal loss and this was going to be minimal week.
I tell myself that this doesn't matter. And, intellectually, I know it to be true. A week where I ate within my calorie range, worked out despite a sprained ankle, and ate several pounds of vegetables is a darned good week. I even weeded the back garden ( a massive endeavour). But emotionally, I'm a bit bummed. There are times when I'd let this sabotage me. I'd use it as an excuse to go off track, telling myself that I'll start again "tomorrow" or "Monday."
But there are no tomorrows. Just today. So, if I screw up today, I get back on track TODAY, even if I'm only five minutes away from falling asleep. That way, I wake up and I'm on track. I've already made the decision not to let getting off track for a meal get me off track for a week or months...
But still, damn you, pizza!