I weighed myself this morning (Sunday) because I have strong masochistic tendencies. I did nothing this week except gorge myself on Christmas cookies and I was morbidly interested to see how much weight I gained. I mentally calculated an acceptable gain (3 pounds? 4?) and stepped on the scale.
I was DOWN half a pound from the previous week. I weighed myself three more times and the got the same number each time.
Here are my theories:
1. It was a Christmas Miracle!
2. I made my Christmas cookies with fat-free butter, sugar-free sugar and low-carb flour, things I had no idea existed in my refrigerator and pantry.
3. I didn't eat as many as I thought I did.
and the theory I decided was most likely:
4. I just didn't eat anything ELSE.
I'm sure I've mentioned before that I'm a bit of a picky eater and certain things just don't interest me. Phillip's family has a rib roast for Christmas dinner (a HUUUUGE rib roast) and that sort of thing is totally wasted on me. I'll eat it, but I'd probably rather eat a bowl of cereal. Same with fancy appetizers and fancy cheese and fancy dips and other stuff people have at parties. So my guess is that when it was time to actually eat food, I didn't eat much. I ate broccoli and a few bites of meat for Christmas dinner. But then I had 14 Christmas cookies and a slice of cake. In other words, I have eaten nothing but sugar for an entire week.
I gave myself a really hard time about this on Christmas Eve. I ate more cookies that night than I've eaten since Molly was born. I've been trying REALLY HARD to lose this baby weight, people, and I was totally disgusted with myself. Have I no self control?
Of course, I kind of let that go on Christmas Day. It was going to be a long week of being in other people's houses, with my only real food choices being which kind of Christmas cookie to scarf down. By Saturday, my last Christmas celebration, I didn't think twice about sampling each kind. (And my aunt officially makes the best cookies. So there.)
When I stepped on the scale this morning the LAST thing I was expecting was a LOSS. But a loss it was (seriously, I weighed myself four times) and then? I treated myself to the last handful of Ghirardelli bittersweet chips in my cupboard. To celebrate, right? And then? I made chocolate chip cookies for my new next door neighbors, because I needed to give them SOMETHING and I didn't have any more Christmas cookies. So. GO ME. Not exactly expecting to see a loss tomorrow morning. But I will let you know.
Oh! And I also bought myself a pair of jeans. That I can JUST BARELY squeeze into. I bought, with my CHRISTMAS MONEY, a pair of jeans that are TOO SMALL. I was not kidding about the masochistic tendencies. I can zip them up and button them, I just can't exactly MOVE. And so these are my Motivation Jeans. These jeans WILL fit me by the time I'm thirty, if not sooner. OH YES, THEY WILL BE MINE.
***ETA*** Weigh in Monday morning: I am down two pounds from last week. Scale MUST be broken.
Apparently your not called Mighty for nothing. Yay you and your Christmas miracle. If any of my clothes fit when I get home THAT will be a Christmas miracle. JK. Though I must, and will get back on the wagon.
Posted by: lindsay | December 28, 2008 at 09:22 PM
I try not to beat myself up too much over things like Christmas cookies. I mean, everyone eats them. A whole nation, really a whole planet, full of people beating themselves up over eating too many cookies. It just seems silly, doesn't it? Maybe the loss was your body's way of telling you that.
Posted by: Jess | December 29, 2008 at 06:20 AM
Maggie? You are just amazing, and that's all there is to it. I can't believe you're well under 10 lbs to go. I have well OVER 10 lbs to go. And I really just let go of the whole thing after Thanksgiving. I have to get back on track!!
I'm going to try to fit into one of my skirts by Lucy's baptism on the 17th. That's about 8 lbs. Think I can do that? I'm going to try. Ready go.
Posted by: Liz | December 29, 2008 at 11:10 AM
Lucy will be two weeks old on Tuesday. I've already signed up for Weight Watchers, and I've got about 25 pounds to go. (20 would get me into my old jeans, I think, but 25 would be ideal.) I even bought a SCALE at TARGET yesterday. I have never, ever in my LIFE owned a scale. So. I'll be checking in here rather often.
Posted by: Emily | December 29, 2008 at 11:30 AM
bleh... you are awesome.
ugh. I don't even want to think about mine.
Posted by: Jessica | December 29, 2008 at 08:33 PM
All right, Maggie! Maybe you should write a book about the Christmas Cookie Diet and make a bunch of money.
Posted by: Kate P | December 29, 2008 at 10:08 PM
2 lbs? Excellent work. I too, stepped on the scale and it turns out my loss of progress isn't as bad as I thought; I am still 3lbs lighter than when this hot by thirty business started. I'll take it!
Are you still treadmilling it? Or is this all from healthy eating or some other variable?
Posted by: lindsay | December 30, 2008 at 09:51 PM