In case you are wondering, this is why I start each of the weekly weight posts with the not so lovely picture of the scale. I know its a bad picture. It would be so easy to lie if I didn’t force myself to post it though. Because trust me, I didn’t want to see those numbers this morning, let alone share them with anyone. But, this was my week.
So yeah. Let’s discuss shall we.
I knew at the beginning of this weight loss journey that it wouldn’t be just a straightforward descent into a healthy weight zone. My slow and steady progress was just going to take too long a time to not encounter the random disruptions caused by life. I knew there would be a few steps backwards every now and again. Admittedly prior to this, backwards meant either one or two pounds added because of a day of sin or two weeks staring at the same numbers on the scale while they steadfastly refused to move. A five pound gain is a bit harder to take in stride. Still there is nothing to do but move on.
Each time the downward slope of loss has been interrupted, I have found it useful to figure out why. Sometimes it means I need to change something, other times it was just something I had to ride out. In case you are wondering I am one of those people who even if I don’t eat during stress, my body will pull poundage from the air. I’m sure its some sort of scientific miracle, but it is one I can do without.
This five pound gain is really no mystery, scientific or otherwise, but I’ll break it down anyway.
So, last weekend I went out of town. I left Friday and returned Monday. I was meeting up with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Some for four years others for much much longer. The gathering involved a long road trip into a small town. We were in a hotel and the town boasted three restaurants and one liquor store. I’m sure it had many other fine amenities, but I did not see them.
From Friday lunch through Monday lunch, all of my meals came from these three restaurants. There was little choice in the matter, it was what was there. In one I tried ordering a salad. It consisted of iceberg lettuce and what looked to be about three pieces of fried chicken laid out over the top. The dressing, which could not be ordered on the side, involved buttermilk. Healthy options were not their specialty. In all fairness though, it was really good fried chicken. Frying things is their specialty.
In the end, I made the best choices I could and accepted that for the most part, it was out of my control.
In addition it was a gathering of friends whom the world pulled apart in different directions. And it was one where no one brought their kids. Everyone was an adult, responsible for only themselves, if only for a little while. It was kind of amusing to see all of the bed time calls being made and the responsible adults the offspring were left with questioned for problems and concerns. Then once the electronic tucking in was done, phones were put away and the alcohol came out as time rolled backwards, at least it felt that way.
I don’t mean to say it was wild and crazy, it was by most standards very tame. But habitual adult habits were ignored and there was much wine as we sat up talking until two in the morning.
I did, incidentally bring my work out clothes as the hotel had a small gym. However they were having water issues in the ceiling and the removable acoustic tiles were piled on the treadmill instead of in their metal grid while maintenance fiddled with overhead pipes. A sign on the door read ‘out of order’ so no luck for me. Pouring rain, courtesy of Barry or at least nominally associated with him, prevented normal walking outside.
So to sum up, lots of food that I normally don’t eat, irregular hours, more wine than I’ve had in a really long time and no work outs. I’m kind of surprised I only gained five pounds to be honest.
Do I regret it?
Not for a second.
Would I do it again?
I know this isn’t a regular thing. The odds of us gathering again like this anytime in the next five years is slim to none. Life cast us all far and wide and gave us busy lives. This downtime together was a rarity and a time to live in the moment.
I will admit that I did learn something. Well several somethings actually, but a few of them I am sworn not to repeat. The something I can share is about me. It has been a while since I’ve indulged like this. Usually my indulgence is related to my one favorite holiday dish served at a family event that I know has five sticks of butter in it (because I looked at the recipe), but I can’t ignore. Oh, Granny B the things you do in the kitchen are criminal. Delicious, but criminal. Thank god its only once a year.
But indulgence was the theme, and through it I realized how much my eating habits had changed. Not only could I not finish the large plates of food often placed before me, but come tuesday, no matter how much restraint I showed when dining, I was a roly poly with a full and achy belly. I felt like utter crap all week. This morning was the first morning that I got up and started to feel normal again.
Today, I will finally be caught up from my time away and will get back to my normal workout schedule. This afternoon, I will menu plan for next week and I will once again be in control.
I wish I had some sort of traveling while dieting advice to give, but every attempt I made to try and stay sort of on track, failed miserably and I just accepted that this was a one off weekend. If anything, that would be my advice. Sometimes things are just out of your control and you have to accept it, dust yourself off and start fresh once the dust settles. That’s what I am doing and that is what I will continue to do no matter how many times I get knocked back. Honestly though, as much as I enjoyed myself, I hope not to get knocked back this hard again for a long time.
So to the stats.
Starting Weight: 246 lbs
Weight Last week: 214.8
Weight this week: 219.8
Weight change: 5 lbs gain.
Total loss: 26.2 lbs
I suppose its a good thing I didn’t have a chance to get my 30 lbs reward yet. Soon though. Soon.