Well, I'm back at my race weight. That means I gained three pounds this week.
When I saw That Number I said to myself, "Self, you are not going to blog about this. You are going to ignore that number and get on with your day."
But, seriously, why have a weight-loss blog and then ignore or hide my lack of progress?
I'm not even going to try to analyze what might be the cause of it. Yesterday's sneak peek showed I'd stayed the same. There's no rhyme nor reason to it; it is what it is, and I'm not going to be ruled by a number.
Now, if I really weren't going to be ruled by a number, I wouldn't be going on and on about it, would I? Heh.
My run yesterday wasn't quite as wonderful as I wanted it to be. Much like That Number this morning. [Ouch! That was me slapping myself. getoveritalready!] I did the four hilly miles, but walked about 1.5 of them; my time was slightly less than an hour. It's fine, though – the longer I'm out there walking, the more calories I'm burning.
Last night at the prison, after I got my drawing students started on their first upside-down drawings, I filled a notebook page with Things To Do this week. I'll be visiting my daughter soon and have to do tons o' chores before I leave. I always feel good when I start crossing things off. The first few completed tasks give me a sense of accomplishment and my energy levels inexplicably soar. You'd think when I'm doing all this, um, stuff, I'd be tired, but instead I get revved up.
Maybe that's what happens when we plan our meals ahead of time and schedule our exercise activities, instead of hoping we'll find time to prepare something healthful, or to spend an hour sweating.
And speaking of my daughter, she and her husband are celebrating their wedding anniversary today. Happy anniversary, sweetie! Your card's in the mail! If I'd made that list last week, it would be in your mailbox today. Ooops!