After last week's tiny (almost non-existent) loss, I was a bit nervous to step on the scale on Sunday morning. Especially, since I didn't do so good with my water intake throughout the week. But I counted my calories and journaled my food. I didn't feel burned out with my journaling and tracking at all like I did last week. I guess I was just in a mood last week.
As reluctant as I was, I did weigh in before breakfast on Sunday. I hopped on the scale and was very pleased to see a 2.4 loss! Over 2 lbs.! Woohoo! I'm doing the happy dance! (Does the happy dance burn calories?)
Here's where the confession comes in: I went over my calories on Friday and I didn't count calories or journal on Saturday. I'll explain.
On Friday, I went to lunch with a friend. The restaurant we chose (since it was near the mall) didn't have any healthy or lower calorie options. At least not anything I liked. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich. The sandwich on th menu was LOADED with toppings. Cheese, onion straws, bacon, etc. I asked our server to hold everything except the bacon and put the onion straws and pickles on the side. I ate both slices of bacon. It's been forever since I've eaten bacon. It was gooood! I ended up eating all of the pickles too. I only ate half of the sandwich and about 3/4 of the fries. I didn't touch the onion straws at all.
After walking the mall, we stopped in the candy shop. I bought 2 chunks of fudge and some jellied fruit slices. Normally, I would have bought a pound of fudge and a bunch of other chocolate goodies. But decided that the chunks of fudge wouldn't do too much damage.
I skipped breakfast on Friday to save calories and also because I was running around all morning getting us ready to go out. After such a busy day (and big lunch), I wasn't hungry for dinner. Later, while watching TV, I ate a piece of fudge and a couple pieces of the fruit slice candy.
On Saturday, Joe took us out to breakfast. It has been over a year since we went out for breakfast. Of course, we had to hit our favorite breakfast buffet. I started with a huge plate of fruit, shared a powdered donut with Grace, had a slice of french toast, some eggs, some fried potatoes, a slice of bacon, scrapple and some corn fritters. Mmmmm! I dreaded trying to figure the calories, so I didn't. But in reality, I may have been over, but I don't think I did too badly. The plates at the buffet aren't big dinner plates, but small salad-size plates. I had my plate over-flowing, but didn't finish everything. I skipped lunch but ate the other piece of fudge for a snack along with some fruit slices. Joe picked up fried chicken for dinner, I picked the white meat from the chicken breast and ate it with a huge bowl of iceberg lettuce with some lite honey mustard dressing. Dessert was a cone of frozen yogurt.
So, two bad days, but not nearly as bad as they would have been before starting this challenge.
Although, I am thrilled with my loss this week, I still feel as though I don't really deserve it. I didn't meet all of my goals that I set up at the start of the challenge. But I do feel like I am back on track with calorie counting and journaling (with the exception of Saturday) and now can focus on drinking my water. Also, I am still waiting for Joe to carry the exercise bike up from the basement. Since it seems as though I will have to wait until the end of the challenge, I decided today to get my butt moving by walking around the perimeter of our back yard with Grace following me. After I did that last night for about 15 minutes (Grace wouldn't walk anymore), I raked up some grass clippings from when my nephew mowed the grass that morning. I only raked for about 9 minutes, but it's 9 minutes of activity that I wasn't doing the day before.