Hey look! A weigh in post! THESE THINGS STILL EXIST!
The two or three people who read this website (hi!) left some excellent advice on the last post and I took it all to heart. I felt more determined to REALLY TRY and also more determined to BE OKAY if I couldn't pull it out. And then I took Jess's suggestion to write down everything I eat aaaaand I am down one pound this week. 156. WOO!
Things I did differently:
1. I didn't run every day. I made myself do hateful Level 2 on the Shred video on alternating days. Except for Friday when I was visiting my parents and yesterday when I was too busy salivating over politically-incorrect jewelry (see today's post.) On those days I really watched myself on what I ate, but didn't give myself a ton of grief for not exercising.
2. I wasn't sure what writing down what I ate would DO but I know it's highly recommended so I tried it anyway. Turns out it's not just the Shame Factor, you know, having to write down that you ate ten spoonfuls of peanut butter out of the jar. It actually sort of helped me ORGANIZE what I eat. I tend to eat the same stuff every day, especially the same kinds of snacks, and writing things down helped me remember that oh, I usually eat that granola bar as an afternoon snack, if I eat it NOW I can't have it THEN.
3. For some reason I stopped eating peanut butter out of the jar. Well. Not as OFTEN.
4. I forgot to buy my favorite low carb ice cream bars at the grocery store last week.
5. On Saturday I woke up early, but I didn't have to feed anyone (my kids stayed with my parents, it was DIVINE) and I knew Phillip wouldn't want to get up for hours, so I laced up my shoes and RAN AROUND THE FREAKING LAKE. It's 2.8 miles. It was my Running Goal. I've run farther than that, though not routinely, so I knew TECHNICALLY I could do it. But it's the LAKE. Where all the RUNNERS are. Runners I've watched for TEN YEARS while thinking, "Duuuuude, there is NO WAY I am EVER doing that." But I did. I really had to push myself on the last half mile or so, and then I was fairly certain I was going to die right there in the parking lot, but I did it, in about 30 minutes, and if I hadn't lost any weight after THAT I was going to be SOMEWHAT ANNOYED.
There are six more Mondays between now and my 30th birthday. I don't believe at ALL that I am going to lose one pound a week until then, but I think I could lose a FEW. Onwards and upwards!