My first non weight loss week..... I gained 1.4lbs. For the past 7 weeks I've been telling myself "it's going to happen and when it does it'll be ok..." well, it happened and I wasn't ok. I left weight watchers sorta disappointed but mostly surprised. I fully expected to lose at least 2lbs this week. I did have a bunch of lunch meetings and dinner meetings but I was mostly careful of what I ate. I felt proud that I've been making better food choices. My diet isn't perfect but it's better - much better than it used to be. We also worked extra hard this week in the gym. I was certain of weight loss. I guess my body has other plans.
It certainly took me on a downward spiral to tears - lots of them! I met with my trainer shortly after my weigh in and I blurted out the news and his reaction or rather non-reaction just messed me up. I thought he was disappointed in me and it hurt my feelings. I know he's been working just as hard as I have been and I didn't want him to feel like his hard work and effort was all for not. To make matters worse he changed our routine and had me hit the walking trail outside the gym. I"m currently up to 2.8 on the treadmill for a solid 30-40+ minutes but for some reason walking out the concrete was brutal! My legs hurts, my feet hurt, the lump in my throat kept me from being able to fully breath - it was awful. We were both quiet and pensive and the mood just set my emotions on edge.
Long story short I spent a good deal of the afternoon in prayer. I needed comfort and I went straight to the floor. I love that we can come to our Father in any and every condition. I love that He loves us despite all our shortcomings. Maybe I needed to be knocked down a notch or two. Maybe I was getting cocky. Maybe I stopped leaning on the Lord. Only He knows where my heart was headed. I did speak with my trainer later that day and he was reassuring and encouraging.
I also learned a little more about my friends during this week too. When I went to those that are holding me accountable during this this time some were understanding and quick to encourage me to press on toward my goal while others gave me the *tsk tsk tsk* look that truly made me feel ashamed. Now I know....
This is a picture I saw the night before my weigh in and for the first time I noticed. I noticed my face is getting smaller and so is my upper body. I even woke up the morning of weigh in totally pumped. I couldn't wait to see what progress I had made during the week.... Over all I know 1.4lbs isn't such a big deal (especially for a woman) I'm ready this week and I plan on working harder. Thanks for all your comments.
Here's a picture of myself and Lucy (a friend's dog)
I was laughing so hard because Lucy (the lab) was sniffing Parker's "stuff" and he had a minor moment of panic - poor boy didnt know what was happening. I know I have a sick sense of humor!
