I don’t know about you, but I am always so relieved when the first two days of the workweek are behind me. There is something about making it to Wednesday that allows me to let out a sigh of relief. It must be the knowledge that the end of the week is in sight.
Wednesday is also weigh-in day. I have been religiously tracking…even meals out. I usually just estimate the calorie count and try to not stress over it. Today didn’t go so well as I was up 0.6 but I am not discouraged <–kind of a lie, see the end of this post. We had dinner at the Capitol’s game last night so I assume a lot of the gain is directly related to the sodium content of the food. I plan to re-weigh tomorrow and call that my official number for the week.
Monday and Tuesday went by in a blur thanks to many projects keeping me busy at work, a crappy commute, and lots of time spent in the gym.
Love the complimentary breakfast!
The bane of my existence.
The prep-work I did on Sunday has come in very handy for some quick lunches and dinners. On Monday, when I finally sat down to dinner at 9PM I was greeted by this bowl of deliciousness.
I smothered it in nutritional yeast and ketchup before inhaling. Dessert was in the form of a very deformed popsicle.
Yesterday was a long day. It began at 5:30 AM and a little bike action before busting through some endurance strength training.
Then 9 hours of work happened followed by the hockey game at the Verizon Center.
We snagged some ridiculously cheap club level seats on Stubhub a few weeks back. It turns out that you can act all fancy and get dinner at the game for a reasonable price on a Tuesday. Who knew?! So last night was quite the treat!
I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Whew!
Today I plan to take it easy. I may do some yoga tonight or just lay low. Over the course of this post I’ve been thinking more about my weigh-in and how frustrating that stupid little number is. It makes me feel like this:
(A little sad and ridiculous for caring so much. Thanks for the photo Alex)
I have killed it in the gym this week and my food choices have been almost spot on (probably 80%). Yet the scale doesn’t budge. I cannot tell you how many times I have been at this exact place before. It makes me want to sit on the couch with a bag of Oreos. But I won’t do that this time. I will keep tracking in MyFitnessPal and hopefully have some good news to report next week at this time. Say a little prayer I don’t end up like that little pup looking all sad!
Question: How do you rebound after a bad weigh-in?