Let's go ahead and get the numbers thing out of the way.
Challenge start: 137
Last week: 136
This week: 137.6
On the exercise front, I went almost an entire week without exercising. The morning of my mom's surgery (last Monday) I did the Shred (level). Then Tuesday I went to stay with her after work, and Wednesday I took her to the doctor and we hung out all day. Blah,blah, blah, blah, blah. One thing after another happened until it was the next Monday and I'd gone 6 days without a single workout.
Thankfully it was a gorgeous day and I got outside for a walk. Then I did the same yesterday. And today I have a lunch date with a friend for spin class.
I promised myself that after the marathon I would give myself 2 months to just exercise, not train. I'm trying to make the most of it. Sure walking isn't the most challenging exercise I've ever done, but I enjoy it. Especially on a warm, sunny day.
That freedom also gives me the opportunity to participate in this years Olympic games. I've already signed up for quite a few of the challenges. I hope to medal in at least one activity in the next week an a half, but I don't really have high hopes for myself over all.
If you haven't already, don't forget to check out all the different challenges you can participate in for the Sisterhood Olympics! I'm trying to put together a team for the 4 mile relay. I'm looking for 3 other people to join me, then each of us will take 1 mile. Let me know in the comments if you're interested.
Okay that's all the standard stuff. Most of which was typed up yesterday.
So now let's get to the heart of it.
I knew I hadn't lossed this week. I knew that I'd probably gain. I was okay with that. Looking back, I can't point to one thing I wish I hadn't eaten. One indulgence that I would have put back.
Maybe a bit more movement would have helped, but I'm really not disappointed in myself for that either.
I was fine with all of it until this morning. When I got dressed knowing that I was going to get on the scale. Knowing that I wasn't going to like what it had to say.
The logical answer is don't weigh. I know that. But I also know that the last time I chose that route, I gained 10 pounds. I can't gain 10 pounds from this point - I'm already at my highest recorded weight.
Then again I'm tired. Have been tired all week. I don't know if I'm trying to fight a bug off or something, but I fell asleep at 8:30 last night. I just couldn't keep my head up any more.
With his wife asleep early and having total control of the TV what does my husband choose to watch? A CNBC special about some investment fraud scandal.
We're a wild and crazy bunch I'll tell ya!
Back to the point of all this. (There is a point right?) When my alarm went off 10 hours later I was still exhausted and had to drag myself out of be. I'm tired. So maybe my moodiness re: my weight is just a byproduct of feeling physically drained.
Before you say it - no I'm not pregnant. I promise.
I'm going to try to not read too much into it. Not binge because I'm depressed. Not run to manic exercise to try and burn extra calories. I'm gonna try to let it ride, but its not gonna be easy.
Hopefully you had a more productive week than I did. I'll be visiting to see how you did shortly!