122.2 on the WW scale. Down 2.6 since 7/19 which was my last official WI. Am I thrilled it's taken me 20 days to lose not even 3 pounds? No. I am I happy I didn't gain 3 pounds? Hell to the yeah! We all know the less you weigh, the harder it becomes. And considering these last 2 weeks have been filled with concerts, beer, fast food and that oh so delicious ice cream cake at my brother's birthday party, 2.6 is nothing to sneeze at. So the logical thing for me to do is come home from WI and have not one, but TWO peanut butter brownie bites. Hey, it's the end of the week and it's not like the 2 of them put together would equal a full brownie, so it's all good. I also had two hot dogs and some Doritos for dinner. Okay, so they were fat free hot dogs and a 100 calorie pack of Doritos, but you would think after my post about abs yesterday I would have made an attempt at a healthy dinner. Nope, apparently not gonna happen. And then of course I felt disgusting and bloated afterwards. BUT I fought the urge to throw it all away and just go into full on binge mode. And that's the kind of change I am happiest to see, even more than the numbers on the scale. Because that means that the numbers on the scale or more likely to remain low. Because I have made an actual change and not a temporary fix.
Anyways, late yesterday morning I got a phone call. I didn't know the number, so I didn't answer it. Upon checking my voicemail I learned it was none other than my trainer Stacy! She just wanted to see how I was doing and say that even though we haven't had another session yet she was happy to see me still using the weights and that I have been doing really well in class. Also if I had any questions I could always call her. Thanks Stacy, that really means a lot. I called her back and said I want to start having regular training sessions starting in September. Maybe she can help me overcome this whole feeling of "needing" junk foods so I can really commit and get the body of my dreams.
I was watching My Mom's Addicted last night and this one woman was addicted to food. At 5'2" she weighed 298 lbs and her 12 year old daughter was doing all the household chores while she sat at the computer all day. The daughter even had to give the mom massages because of all the pain she was in. Know what her big down fall was? Yup, ice cream. Something I can completely relate too. They went to counseling and the mom ended up hiring a personal trainer. She did start going to the gym and stuff but completely freaked when told she should get rid of the temptations in the house. And this woman could like legit not believe they were telling her she should throw out her ice cream. They weren't going to force her, but they said it would be for the best. Well finally toward the end of the show she decided she was going to do it and she threw it away on her own free will with a smile on her face.
So that kind of inspired me. And I think I have a challenge for myself. I have to start off small here, but we'll see how I do. You ready? Not dessert this weekend. NONE. No after lunch brownie, no ice cream, nada. Just today, tomorrow, and Sunday. If I can make it to Sunday without the urge to kill some one, I'll extend the challenge. And no cinnamon sugar pretzels or anything like that either. The only sugar I can have is in my morning coffee, because well, I need that lol. Wish me luck! Lord knows I'll need it, haha.
So that's about where I stand with things right now. No good classes at the gym, but since yesterday was my "rest" day (I did go for a 45 min walk), I need to do something. No elliptical/treadmill at the gym it is and some weights probably. Maybe I'll do spinning if it's not full.