I gained 0.2 lbs this week. I expected a gain since I kind of took the weekend off. I didn't go overboard or anything, but I did have high calorie foods.. stuff I never have when on a diet. It was also my TOM so let's throw that excuse in there.
Friday I had pizza, cheesesticks, cookie cake and a couple drinks. I was full at the end of the night, especially from the drinks and I didn't like it. It felt wrong or something, like how I used to feel before when I didn't care about my weight.
Yesterday, I didn't eat too bad, other than having more cookie cake and having steak and sweet potato fries for dinner. I didn't drink and I ate in moderation. Well, I guess I did have a little too much of the cookie cake.
So then today, for my WI, I have to be honest, when I got on the scale this morning, it said 205.0. I knew I wasn't going to lose after eating poorly for 2 days and weighing in right after, but I was surprisingly really upset/ pissed/ frustrated by that number being so high. So I got up and worked out on the elliptical, showered, and stepped on the scale again just to double check, and it said 203.5. I got on and off like 3 times just to make sure and the number stayed, so that's the one I'm going with.
I learned a couple things this weekend that I'm happy about. 1) I don't enjoy eating past the point of being full. It makes me feel gross. 2) I love the feeling of losing weight at the end of the week. Even tho I was prepared for it, I don't like seeing a higher number come back on the scale.
Attitude of Gratitude: I ate what I wanted and what I've been craving, and learned that I am much more concerned with consistently losing weight than I am with eating anything that's going to keep me from doing that.