My Saturday weigh-in was fine: no change, 0.02 from my goal of 155. But a mere six days later I am at 171! That is a gain of 16 pounds. I don't see it. Nancy doesn't see it. I still fit fine in my goal-weight pants.
But, I have been eating a lot this week, and not exercising as much, and that is what happens.
I don't think I'll be tipping the scales at what is my July 9 weight (week 20) tomorrow morning. But I'll almost certainly be in the 160s. So what happened?
- I was on vacation this week, away from work and at home for an extended period for the first time since I began Weight Watchers seven months ago.
- Four of these six days I didn't track.
- Monday we had a no-holds-barred anniversary dinner which included Margaritas, beer, a burrito that could have sunk the Titanic and even dessert.
- I've been snacking too much on salty things.
- I've been drinking lots of fluids -- gallons a day.
- We had a workman in the house and I had lots of chores which made fitting in exercise difficult.
- I banged up some ribs a little bit doing one of those chores, so exercise of any intensity hurt a little, and I avoided it for that reason too.
This litany of excuses seems to explain the causes, but the scale (no pun intended) of the effect is staggering. I can't wait to see, behaving myself today as I shall, what my settle-down weight will be in a scant 24 hours. At this point anything under a 10-pound gain for the week would seem like a victory, and erasing what's left over the subsequent week would be amazing.
I say it's not a race, and that recovery is the most important skill. But I still am upset with myself and need to channel that into something positive and realistic
But I will weigh-in, and talk about about it, because that's what it's all about.
+John C Abell