Every road trip has it's traffic jams. Every romantic comedy plot hits a snafu, usually about 45 minutes in. Every rose has a thorn...etc etc.
Well ladies and gentleman, after eight weeks of playing by the rules and hearing nice things from my scale (13.5 lbs down!), I stumbled, staggered, and slipped my bouncy ass right off the proverbial wagon. This week, I saw a gain. And every weight loss journey has a gain (or two, or four...or 10).
I was super lucky. This particular gain amounted to only one pound.
Considering the booze and the late night calzone and breadsticks, the brownie and cheese dip, and the multiple skipped workouts, it really should have been more.
In fact, before I even stepped on the scale, I found myself feeling relieved on a number of levels. It was like I had been holding my breath, waiting for my slip up week, and here it was...finally, in all it's carb-filled, greasy glory.
I had been struggling with a logistical snag in my workout regimen (had to cut out weekday Bootcamp in favor of returning to teaching a morning spin--THURSDAYS AT 530, JOIN ME!!), several nights of a sleep-striking baby ('hell no, we won't go...to sleep!' That tiny picket sign is adorable) and a weekend of booze and binge-eating in the name of free babysitting and of catching up with old friends.
My excuses were running rampant and I was worried I'd fallen too far behind the wagon to ever hope to hop back on again,
When I was finally able to drag myself out of bed and to the gym for two consecutive mornings and saw that the damage was much more containable than I had anticipated, things suddenly started feeling less hopeless and more temporary than originally feared. This slip up was nothing more than just that, a slip up,
A little light sprinting and I was able to launch myself back up and onto the wagon again.
No more excuses. No more calzones (at least not the whole thing and not for a while). No more silencing my alarm at 445.
Time to settle in and focus on my next goal (145 by tax day!). I may have gained, but it was bound to happen, so now I can stop fearing it's eventuality and move on with even greater determination.
SIDENOTE: It doesn't hurt that Ready or Not Dad has joined me in losing the baby weight (over 10lbs down in just over a month!) and he lost like crazy last week. I can't resist a little healthy competition and that dude is going DOWN this week.