One Weird Week

Well this has been a most interesting week - it certainly did not go quite the way I had originally planned, but then again, what ever does?!

Last weeks small gain after getting so close to clearing 200 really motivated me to get my butt into gear.  I was determined to get under that number in approximately one year from my original start.  So I started the tracking week with a vengeance!  I tracked absolutely everything that I ate - I never went over my daily points into my activity points or the extra weekly points - and I went to the gym Tuesday and Thursday mornings...and even still danced Wednesday night!  I was kicking butt and taking names...and even convinced a friend to go to the gym with me!

But, then the weekend hit and I let myself loosen up a bit.  I didn't track like I should have, and perhaps enjoyed myself a little more than maybe I should have.  I'm sure that I did not go over all of my daily/weekly/activity points, but I didn't quite make the super smartest choices.  But, as I said last week...those are choices that I made and I don't regret them and I won't beat myself up about them.

Well, I was feeling a little guilty by Sunday...especially since I got in very little activity over the weekend.  Sunday evening began to roll around and I started feeling not great.  I had a friend in visiting for the weekend and she was leaving the next morning, I was exhausted from work I had to do during the day, so we decided to go out with a mutual friend.  I wasn't really feeling anything on the menu...I was feeling a little nauseous and nothing sounded very appealing.  I ended up getting a very "homestyle" type of dinner, which was just okay, and started to realize throughout dinner that I was freezing and neither of my friends were.  We went home and I was so tired I could have happily gone to bed at 7:30, but I made myself stay up a little later.  I tossed and turned all night and when I woke on Monday I quickly realized that there was no way I was going to work!  I called off, said a quick prayer that it wasn't the awful flu that everyone was getting, and went back to bed.  When I woke again, I figured it was like 11ish....it was 1pm.  I managed to move myself to the couch and didn't leave it for the rest of the day.  I wasn't the slightest bit hungry, my whole body ached, and I kept toggling between cold and hot.  My temp wasn't too bad - it got up to about 101.3...and spent a good portion of the day there...but, considering, it wasn't too horrendous.  I made myself drink as much water as my stomach would allow, and I made myself eat some noodles for dinner (the only thing I ate all day).  I slept a lot - then finally took some Excedrin for the headache I had acquired.

Frankly, I could kick myself for not thinking to take it earlier.  Almost immediately I could feel my body temperature drop...within half an hour it had already dropped to 100.2!  I finally was able to fall asleep for the night and woke up feeling like a new person!  Well, maybe not completely new...I wasn't back to 100%, but I felt amazingly better.  I said a quick thanks that it wasn't the nasty flu, and went on with my day.  Since I had to move my WW meetings back to Mondays, and since Monday was my couch-day, I didn't get to weigh in.  I debated on whether to go today or not - I tried talking myself into and out of it all day.  "You'll be late because of class" - "that's okay, at least you'll have gone" - "yeah, but you didn't do great this weekend" - "but you did do great the rest of the week...and you hardly ate anything yesterday!"  Ultimately, I decided to go because I knew that I needed to.  I was late, as was predicted, but I felt good about the decision to go...especially after I stepped on the scale.

Now, before I get to the big reveal of my weird week, I would like to point out something - especially to those of you who may go to Weight Watchers, or any other type of weight loss/weigh in program.  I, as a rule, wear as little as decently possible when I weigh in.  That generally consists of a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top that I wear under my "normal" clothes.  I usually undress in the bathroom at the center, leave my clothes on my chair, go weigh in, then get redressed.  This isn't really typical behavior for most people weighing in...at least at my center...and the one I go to at home.  Well, since I was late today, I had to strip right at the scale.  The ladies often comment on my "weigh-in outfit"...in a positive manner.  Today, though, after she got my official weight registered, she asked me to stay on the scale and to pick up my jeans and sweater to see what the difference was.  I weighed an extra 2.6 pounds holding my clothes!!  You'd better believe I'm going to keep up my routine!!  If I'm gonna get weighed every week, I want that scale to reflect what I weigh not what my clothes weigh!

Well, after my weird week (and before I picked up my clothes), here's what the scale said:

Initial weight: 257.2
Week 53: -3.6!!!
Total weight loss: -59.0
Current weight: 198.2

YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!