Last week I didn't weigh. I forgot in the morning, and honestly I assumed the scale hadn't moved again (or had gone up)... Life is now starting to resemble "normal" for us again (even though it's a new normal), but I have not been very good about going to the gym.
I got on the scale this morning and stared at the number trying to let it compute for literally 20 seconds. At first I was trying to figure out how much I had gained, but there was a new number next to the first number... A number I haven't seen in a very long time. Like maybe 4 years? So I stood on the scale while my brain played catch up. Four pounds lost! So that brings the total since I started officially tracking: 8. Total since my body "settled" after having a kid: 15.
I told my mom that maybe stress should be my new diet plan. I'm only kidding, but I'm still perplexed as to how those four pounds left. I am not (and have NEVER been) one of those people that weight loss comes easy. Sometimes I feel like I have to work four times as hard as someone else to get the same result. I mean c'mon, if a dessert is within 50 radial feet of me I gain a pound. If I just smell a cookie that's an automatic three pounds. A bite? I'm done for. The only explanation I can think of is that I've been better than I though about calorie intake. I have been carefully watching what I eat (and what I don't eat)... And I haven't been eating much in the evenings (unless it's a fruit slushie or fruit snacks, haha!)
This week's weigh-in has definitely encouraged me to get back in the exercise saddle again. I've rearranged my house so that my treadmill isn't adorning the living room (yeah! I have my living room back!!). It's in the basement all set up and ready to go (just need a little tv/dvd to really motivate me) :)