First off, the good news. Despite not having the most stellar of weeks, I am down 4.3 pounds this week. (Recall that I gained 6.6 pounds last week, so this big loss is not surprising or something to be alarmed about.)
Most of the days were good in terms of getting in those good health guidelines. Look at all those smiles. I made a conscious effort to get in the good health guidelines as often as possible. I also ate a lot of food. But I tracked and believe me, it’s much better than it’s been for most of the past 4-5 months.
Saturday started with my homemade pancakes and real maple syrup and ended with a cookout. I chose not to track the day and I’m OK with that. I’d rather have a nice day with family than freak over tracking every little detail.
My plan for this week is to keep moving and keep eating right. On Monday night I cooked a bunch of food and prepped lunches and breakfasts for the remainder of the work week. And I pre-tracked them on the Weight Watchers site.
On Tuesday I took them all to work and put them in the fridge/my desk. I also filled my fruit bowl on my desk with apples. No excuse not to eat well when you’re fully prepared.
I’m not sure exactly how many times I made it to the gym (and I’m too lazy to look at their website) but my workouts this week were a combination of treadmill walks, couch to 5K, elliptical, break time walks at work, dog walking, and lawn mowing.
At the gym last night I started to do couch to 5K and made it through the warm up and first run interval before quitting. My heart just really isn’t into running right now. I don’t know if it’s because it’s harder being heavier or if I just don’t love it like I used to. Either way I’m not pressuring myself to do it. Last night I set the treadmill to hills at 3.2 mph and got a great workout.
Maybe once I get some muscle tone back and lose some weight I’ll feel more like running. Who knows? It’s kind of freeing and kind of sad. I’m glad that I’m allowing myself to be OK with not loving running. I’m sad to be out of love with the one physical activity I ever enjoyed and looked forward to. I never played sports as a kid and never imagined I’d run a mile. The day I ran a first mile straight was pretty awesome for me. I hope to love running again some day. But if not, that’s OK too.