It was a tough weekend for me emotionally and physically.
It was my grandpa's memorial service and lots of family was in town which meant, of course, lots of food and no real schedule.
I was bound and determined to make it through the weekend without the scale jumping up. As hard as it was going to be to be on plan, I knew that if I accomplished it, I'd feel powerful and successful when I came through the other side.
I planned as much as I could by stuffing my purse with extra fruit, protein, and "on plan" snacks so that when I was tempted, I could reach for something healthy instead.
I can't even begin to tell you how many cinnamon swirl cakes, fudge brownies, chocolate chip cookies, mashed potatoes, glasses of wine, etc. etc. etc. that I passed up over the course of the last five days. Food was everywhere, sitting out on counters just beckoning me every time I walked by the kitchen.
It would have been so easy for me to accept the many offers. In fact, many times it would have been easier to accept and fit in with the rest of the family rather than pass it up and stand out like a sore thumb ... the only one not indulging. Or at least that's how I felt.
As an aside, it truly is amazing how much food is a part of these events. It's talked about and/or thought about around every corner. For someone that's making a shift to eat to live (not living to eat) this was quite an eye opener into my old life. The old me would have joined the family and been eating from the time I stumbled out of bed until the time I stumbled back into bed.
Anyway, I feel like I fought so hard for each ounce of the 1.8 pounds that I lost this week. With each decision to be true to myself, I kicked another ounce off my body despite it's protests ... and believe me, there was TONS of protesting!
But I did find that each time I made that decision to stay on plan, the next decision was just a smidgy easier. I mean, I went to Olive Garden and ate grilled chicken for god sakes ... that's a HUGE step people! In my old life I was so addicted to starch that there was no way in a million years I would have even given the grilled chicken a second thought. This time, I made a beeline for the grilled chicken and didn't even give a second thought to the pasta.
Yesterday when I was at the zoo with my amazing nieces and nephews, they all chowed down on hot dogs and pizza and, without too much of a battle (just a small one when I saw the peperoni pizza), I took out my apple and rice cakes and chowed down right along with them.
I fought for this pound. I fought hard. And boy am I pooped!
My schedule is returning back to normal today. As sad as I am to say goodbye to family, looking forward to only being tempted to go off plan occasionally instead of continuously.
Gotta tell you though, after having successfully made it through so much temptation, somehow the vending machine seems so much less intimidating.
Seriously, I made it through the Olive Garden and the zoo ... I can make it through anything!