I'm glad something's going according to plan, because the direction on the scale sure isn't. This week's weigh-ins saw more ups than downs, with the net result being that this morning saw me a less than half a pound lower than I was two weeks ago when I started.
I know, I know, I know. There are reasons. Muscle gain, yes, (I hope). Fluid fluctuations of every sort, blah, blah, blah. "Slow weigh loss is healthier than crashing and rebounding, etc, etc."
I know all of that. I really do.
But, darn it! I'm doing the work. I want quantifiable proof (I'm an accountant, remember?) Especially since I haven't had a Diet Dr. Pepper in over two weeks to console me. I just feel like I'm never going to see that magical land of living below 180 lbs (how dare I even dream of 160? The audacity!)
In good news, my brain and stomach seem to be making peace with the smaller-than-before suppers I've been giving them. Both Wednesday and Thursday of last week when I got home I didn't feel like I was going to claw my eyes out with hunger in the 15-20 minutes it took me to prepare my food. And I've noticed my nighttime snack cravings have lessened to. So yes, things are happening. I feel better. I look better. I've gotta get over the scale-only fixation and focus on the wide range of success indicators.
But why is it I can know all that in my head and not feel it in in my heart? Why is my disappointment in what I don't achieve always stronger than my enjoyment in what I do? (The same pattern holds through for writing... reading lists...you name it.)
Anyway, since my hunger seems a bit more managed, starting this morning, I'm going to try and shave about 200 calories of my daily intake (a little bit out of my lunch and a little bit out of my snacks) and see how that goes.
Aaaaaaaand keep up on my water drinking. For real this time.
Ugh. Water. Where to begin?
"People often think they're hungry when in actuality they're thirsty."
"One of the best ways to lose weight is to drink lots of water."
"Multiply your body weight times 7.21573774351 and that's how many ounces you should drink per day* PLUS balancing one on your nose at night so you go to bed dreaming about it and you trick your body into thinking your STILL drinking it!"
"OMGosh, I love drinking water. It's so delicious and wonderful*!!
*False. It may be wonderful in that we can't live without it, etc, etc, but for drinking purposes it is, in fact unequivocally BORING and I feel like I'm the only person on the planet who knows this.
"Water! Water! Water! Water! WATER!!!!!"
Greeeeaaaat. I get it. Water is the cat's meow of healthy living. But you know what else water does?
Makes you have to PEE.
In my case ALL THE TIME.
Seriously, it's like Homer's little-known epic poem: Faith and the Bathroom, a torrid love-hate affair (mostly hate).
For these two reasons (Boring and Bathroom) I have a really tough time sticking to the "drink water!" component of general weight loss advice, no matter how consistent and effusive that advice comes at me from all corners.
But I'll redouble my efforts.