Right! So….it’s Friday. I missed Weighty Wednesday the last couple of times but I actually had no intention of skipping this past one but I just never got to it! I weighed myself and everything, had my editor open and just…never…actually wrote it.
The think I’ve skipped two. One for Bitch Week and one because I was getting ready to go “out of town” and didn’t want to be bothered with it beings as Bitch week had only ended the day before. But I promised myself that would be the last one skipped and by golly, I’m keeping my promise! Better late than never, eh?
Alrighty! So Wednesday morning I woke up obsessing about the scale. I actually had been secretey obsessing about how fat I am the entire bloody weekend previous. I’m a Celiac by default diagnosis and also broke, so you can imagine what eating at a convention must be like for me. I pretty much lived off of pulled pork (the freaking greasiest pulled pork I’ve ever eaten in my LIFE) and French Fries, Hot Wings or Chinese Food. Carefully.
Unfortunately for me, something got me. I don’t know exactly what it was (my guess is contaminated fryer grease) but the bloat hit me and not only that, but I was sharing a room with a very old friend that has expounded upon what is and is not attractive in women to me MANY times over the last 11yrs and let’s just say that I’m not in the “happy” category. Yes, sometimes, being “one of the guys” kinda blows. In any case, as much as I enjoy his company, I’m always hyper conscious of how humangatoid I am when I’m around him. Not only that but I had a pretty emotionally difficult weekend so by Wednesday, I just wasn’t feeling the whole “weigh myself” thing.
But you know how it is. You go in the bathroom on weigh-in day and you can hear it; that sinister little voice in corner. “You know I’m here. Stand on me! The curiosity will KEEL YOU if you don’t!” With resignation, I obeyed “the call”.
Now, generally, I don’t weigh myself during Bitch Week at all. But last week, despite not making a post, I DID. It wasn’t really Bitch week anymore and I wanted a point of reference for the next. I was actually pleased with that number, it didn’t show a much change from the time before, at 203lbs. But after the weekend I’d had of eating nothing but garbage, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be happy with my results that morning.
Step on the scale…hold my breath…wait for it to stop wheezing and…200lbs?! Srsly? Must be a mistake! Step of scale, shake it, make sure it’s set properly, squish it again and…AAANNNDDD..200lbs! WAHOO!!!!
In retrospect, the only thing I can figure is that I didn’t overeat AND I walked, seriously, probably 40mi over the weekend. My feet hurt soooooo badly by the end! My sciatica is STILL unhappy with me. I definitely consumed more coffee than food, too.
Anyway, so that’s 3lbs down in one week. I’m pretty happy with that. I’m only 1lb away from my first goal! Yay!
Good for you! Diet restrictions can be difficult but it seems you were still able to do well!