The number is back. That number before all of my blog entries. Maybe part of my issue is that I put weight on without really noticing. You see, I couldn't wear anything other than stretchy pants after surgery because of surgical scars, so no jeans or khaki pants. And I stopped weighing myself with any frequency. Initially it was depressing because I was so swollen from surgery so I stopped. But I never picked it up again. Thus the big crying fit when nothing I wear to work fits.
Weighing myself every day is a key to relearning my body - when it goes up and down and why. I don't want to be trapped by the scale; live and die by the scale. That said, I think it a a tool that I need right now to head back in the right direction.
So do I really think that I lost 5 pounds since Saturday? Maybe. I was drinking lots of carbonated soda, eating lots of sugar and not drinking as much water as I should. I was also not moving a whole lot. So the real answer is maybe. The thing is, I forgot how motivating even a little bit of loss is. Even the 2 pounds over night to Sunday left me feeling motivated to keep going. The continual losing is continual motivation. And seeing that I can stay around 1500 calories and feel satisfied is also motivating.
I'm in a job rotation where I need to be in the office all day, most days, for 3 weeks. I'm using it as a jump start. I move lots more when I'm doing that part of the job - up and down from my desk all day, talking, and walking through the building. I drink lots of water at work (like 75 ounces a day) because it's dry both summer and winter. And because I'm so busy there is no random snacking, continual snacking or anything like it. This 3 weeks should jump start any eating right and water goals that I have.
As for exercise. Well, Pete and I walked the Mall of America for a couple of hours on Sunday and then walked Ikea for an hour. By the car ride home I was falling asleep. My stamina to just do daily life is greatly diminished. I'm really trying to build that up so that I can get up before work and walk at the gym and get back to Body Pump and running. This 3 weeks will force me to just get up every day and do daily life. I think I need that to get over this hump of inability to just do life and get back to where I'm working out daily again.
Do I feel better than Saturday night? Absolutely. Do my work pants fit me with the loss. Nope. Do I still hate the crap out of my "new" work pants? YES. But I'm going in the right direction.