After being a little disappointed last week when I stepped on the scale, I made a quick decision to forget about it and move on. I did not stick my head into a 1/2 gallon of ice cream and think "oh, well, scale was up a pound, what will this hurt?" I've tried that in the past- doesn't work. Instead, I continued to cook meals at home, bring in my breakfasts and lunches to work, and move as much as possible.
I came into work one morning, and was the first person at the office. There was an entire tray of desserts in the work kitchen, and I walked by it. Numerous times! I mean, NO ONE was around! I could have eaten something! Except, I would know. Instead, I microwaved my chicken thighs and roasted broccoli.
A few days later we had a catered lunch at work. The desert was some fruit/cream cheese/pie thing. I had a piece. It was awesome. I didn't feel bad.
I spent the weekend running around like crazy, I had a super jam packed social weekend that is pretty rare for me. After going to a friends house for brunch on Saturday morning, I hosted a dinner that night where I had 6 people over. I made an awesome dinner of 2 whole roasted chickens, broccoli with garlic/olive oil, and a quinoa salad with various veggies and raisins mixed in. I had a glass of delicious wine.
So, having a week VERY similar to the previous week in which I saw a 1lb gain, I stepped on the scale this am, ready for whatever. I was greeted with a 3lb LOSS. I was not overjoyed, I did not immediately run to my closet and pull out my tiniest jeans thinking they would fit. I just exhaled and remembered that the overall trend is what matters. No extremes, just consistency. No beating myself up over gains, and no elation for losses.
That puts me at a net total of 2lbs lost towards my 1st 10lb goal. Yay! 8lbs to go. Sounds much better than 10lbs...