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Sometimes it makes no sense

Normally I'd take today's weight gain in stride because it would be my fault really, but this week I've been trying. I haven't done all that well, but I've not done that bad either. Or so I thought.

I did weigh myself yesterday as well though, and was pretty happy that I had appeared to have lost 200 grams. But today, it is the opposite and I've instead gained 300. In the spirit of The Simpsons, Wha???

I think it may be just my body ballooning up. I'm experiencing a lot of agony lately, I feel the neck and shoulder muscles swelling and I have had to take some pain medication with codeine. We all know codeine is the dieters enemy.

Tomorrow's weight reading may be different, I sure freaking hope so. I can't believe the scale is back to 69.2. I can't be 69 kilos. I cannot let that happen. In my head 68 has been the ceiling, because 69 is just too close to 70. I know it is weird, but subconsciously this is what I've been thinking about.

So what did I do yesterday that could have caused this? I went over my points because I gave into a craving for salt and ate a bag of Twisties at work. I hadn't packed any salad or veggies to go with my sandwich and was still hungry.

I ate bread last night with dinner as well. We had chicken burgers. They were really lean and 3 point patties, but the bread on top of all the salt could be the problem.

I'm still contemplating if I should go back to my WW meetings or not. I know that I was a lot more disciplined when I was going, but I also have done it on my own before as well. I want to save the $ but I also want the support. It is not an easy decision. I've even thought about joining Jenny Craig but realize how stupid that would be since I know how to cook for myself and it would be a real waste of money for me to eat prepared meals. We just can't afford that luxury, even though it is really tempting to let someone else do all the thinking about food.

It gets really hard deciding what to eat. The things I want to eat never seem to fill me up anymore.

Sigh.

It doesn't look like I'm any closer to wearing that dress than I was on the weekend, but I'm not giving up. I'm getting more determined to do this than ever. Seeing 69 on the scale scared the hell out of me.

Comments

Argy said…
First I have to apologise for reading and not commenting all this time, but everything is just too busy lately!

Second, WOW, what a dress!!!!

Third, have you tried grilling or baking a few portoballa mushrooms to go along with your dinner?

these are very filling as they are huge, and sometimes they even manage to make me eat less of the rice or potato that is in my plate!

I'll be back soon, my pc at home died and till i replace it (soon) i only have access from work, which is frantic!
Anonymous said…
the salt in the twisties would deinitely have made you retain water - thats for sure and it will be gone by today probably! Having some support for the end of this journey may be a good idea. I think that Jenny Craig has a programme you can choose which doesn't have prepackaged food but you still get the one on one counsellor. If you can get a recommendation from a doctor to see a dietician that would be medically claimable, hence you would save dollars, but would give you some support too.
Anonymous said…
I understand how you are feeling. Just keep in mind it is consistency. Just get back to the healthy stuff and you'll lose.

I just always wonder - why does it have to be so hard?
Anonymous said…
After reading what I wrote -why did I use "just" so many times? Oh well...

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