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Another un-perfect week

Another un-perfect week.

I say that, because since I started this “lifestyle change,” I have not had one week where I do exactly what I say I’m going to.

According to my plan, I’m supposed to eat 1250 calories every weekday and 2000 on Friday and Saturday.

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Has that happened? No. Has that even close to happened? Kind of. Maybe. Almost.

When I pictured myself losing weight, I pictured it being consistent and structured — Biggest Loser style. But truth is, this isn’t a secluded ranch. This isn’t time off from the regular world to lose weight. This is real life. And life comes with a multitude of distractions and worries and things that can throw you off course.

The most important thing I can do is not give up. I may not have a perfect week, but I’m doing so much better than I was 8 weeks ago. I’m improving. I’m taking steps towards a better me.

I stopped myself from binging on more than one occasion this week. I got myself to the gym. I did things that 2 months ago, I never would have done. I wasn’t perfect. But I was better.

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I weighed in this morning. I didn’t lose much, but I lost my Thanksgiving gain from last week – so that’s something.

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One of these weeks will be a perfect week. But until then, I’ll just keep logging. Just keep exercising. Just keep going.

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The great (food) escape

Food. is. everywhere. And when you work in a social office environment, free food is everywhere.

As a relatively poor twenty-something, I find it incredibly hard to turn down anything that’s free. Pencils, dryer sheets, random furniture. It doesn’t cost a thing? Sure, I’ll take it all. And delicious dessert? Forget about it.

Today a few people at work went out for lunch, and the waiters brought over complimentary freshly baked ice cream sandwiches.

You heard me.

Cinnamon ice cream. Sandwiched in-between two homemade oatmeal cookies.

It took absolutely everything I had in me not to take a bite. Because let’s be real – once I try a little, I’m going to eat the whole thing. I know this from experience.

When I got back to work, there was a giant bake sale. I’m talking pumpkin bread, cupcakes, cookies, brownies, bars, cake…virtually every delicious thing you could think of. Take a moment and salivate over what I was up against:

Well, you get the picture. (These aren’t actual photos from the bake sale, by the way – I just wanted you to get a sense of the spread. Everything really did look this delicious, I swear.) I think I deserve a medal for walking past this.

And then, if that wasn’t enough, around 5:00 we sang happy birthday to my co-worker. In front of a gourmet, bakery-made funfetti cake. It looked beyond beautiful. Then someone offered me a slice, waving it slowly under my nose.

I had to walk away and get some water. As I walked, I began to negotiate with myself. “A little bit of dairy won’t really hurt you.” And, “It’s someone’s birthday. You can eat cake. Everyone else is.” And finally, “You just won’t eat dinner later. You can do that.” (I can’t.)

I got a big cup of ice water and chewed on the ice. And honestly, it helped. Once the moment passed, and people were done eating, I felt like I could breathe again.

Later today, I thought about how I’ll probably never regret not eating cake. It’s not something you look back on and think, “Damn, I should have definitely eaten that.” No. Dessert is just something that leaves you feeling powerless in the moment. But once the moment passes, you’re always going to feel good about your decision.

So all in all, I’m proud of my choices today. At least I got to smell dessert, right?

Side note, I lost 0.6 pounds last week.

I weighed in yesterday, and honestly was surprised I didn’t gain weight. Last week wasn’t great – I ate an average of 2100 calories per day (yikes) and only worked out twice. So I’m taking that 0.6 pounds and running, thank you very much.

This week will be better. It already is. I’m going to weigh in Tuesday before I fly home for Thanksgiving, so it will only be a 6-day week. But I have a feeling it will be a good one. :)

Kate out.