So…this morning I woke up telling myself I was wrong about weighing in that the scale would at least go down. Then my anxiety cat (a new comic I’ve been working on; another goal of mine) helped me out with overthinking. I thought about all the little bites I didn’t track (the oh so good dark chocolate Hershey kisses is an example) and how I gained at least 4 pounds. Got on the scale and in bright red numerals the screen lit up 177lbs! What in the actual FU%$!
After throwing an adult version of a toddler meltdown I realized that my ring was tight on my finger. Oh, wait…water weight! I was SUPER naughty last night and had a bloody mary (earned it after dealing with snow) and a taco salad (it counts…it had lettuce). Both will cause me to blow up like a Macy Parade float! I guzzled water while running around trying to get ready for work. I checked the scale again and it said 173lbs. OK, I can live with that. I’ll be stricter this week with my points because I KNOW I went over with all my nibbles not to mention stress from my mother. I might just get on the scale after work and see what it say so their may be an update. If not, you’ll know that it didn’t change in my favor.
Light egg salad with pita bread, bananas, oatmeal, and sugar snap peas are on my menu today. Happy Thursday everyone!