I was upset. My workouts haven't been going my way due to my foot issue, and I'm afraid that super awesome food side effect thing from Diamox has run its course and my appetite is back and swinging. Despite all my work this week, I gained a pound.
But in retrospect, I don't think I did.
On Thurs 11/3, I was at 284. Dr Stern wrote in her notes that I had lost 8 pounds.
On Sun 11/6, I weighed myself at 277. Of course, I was thrilled to have that miracle.
But the more I think of it, the more it makes sense. There is NO WAY I lost 7 pounds in less than 4 days. My boyfriend was out of town and my eating/drinking/sleeping habits were way out of whack. I was most likely dehydrated.
This week, I have most definitely stayed hydrated, which is probably why the scale has been fighting me. But over the last few days I've consistently weighed in at 277 or 278, depending on food and BM and water intake.
Today is Mon 11/14. So between 11/3 and 11/14, I've lost 6-7 pounds. NOT TOO SHABBY.
The point of this demonstration is to show myself that 7 pounds over the course of the weekend is a lovely thought, but 1) it's not healthy, 2) it's not likely, and 3) it'll only set you up for disappointment down the line.
To celebrate my cumulative TWENTY pounds, I ordered new panties from Victoria's Secret. People keep asking me if I feel different. I can't say I do. I notice little things here and there, but nothing that makes me feel like I'm in total control. Every day is definitely a struggle.
But the one thing I have noticed is that my panties fit better. And since I'm not likely to be dropping panty sizes any time soon, I figured that was the best way to reward myself for a great deal of progress. It's an investment in my future outlook! Ha.
Other great news: I washed my favorite jeans this weekend. Washed AND dried. Normally, that would make me want to kill myself having to peel them back on and pray to Jesus that they stretch before I lose consciousness. But today when I put them on, they slid PERFECTLY, and doing the zipper was EASY and not painful.
These jeans fit they way they were supposed to... without me having to spend three days stretching them out first. LIFE WIN.
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