Warning, Excuses Ahead!

Week:15

Pounds Lost: 29

Okay, I’m going to be totally upfront with everyone – YES, I gained a pound this week. YES, I deserved to gain a pound this week!  There, that feels a lot better! It’s kind of like getting a weight of my back…yeah, that’s it…a one-pound weight! Oh no, actually, that would be LOSING a pound, not gaining one.

Yes, I’m bitter about it and it shows! Why, you ask? Shouldn’t I be just ecstatic at my 29 pound weight loss? After all, I look so damn good right now that most of the moms in the schoolyard didn’t recognize me this morning when I dropped my oldest off for her first day of grade one. They haven’t seen me since June and I’ve changed a lot since then.

Well, let me tell you why I’m so bitter…if you’ve been following my blog at all you’ll know that I’m really big on not making EXCUSES! That’s great in principle when you’re all self-satisfied eating an apple and criticizing the stars of "X-Weighted" (my new fave Canadian reality show: you tell them, Paul!). But it really backfires when you start your week with 7-layer dip and a jumbo bag of (not-baked) Tostitos and end it with Chinese delivery! It means that I have to sit here now and TELL YOU, honestly, that I cracked and ate those horrible things (along with about 3 cupcakes midweek at a party with some kids). It means that I have to own up to it, instead of just brushing it off and explaining what a stressful week it was – how many hours I worked, how many other people’s kids I looked after and for how long, or how many all-nighters I pulled and how I just didn’t have time to eat right. Oh wait, I just did tell you–ACK–excuses!

Okay, so here’s where I get philosophical. Despite hearing on CBC radio one’s Here’s the Thing that physicists who know these things can actually see no reason, according to the laws of nature as they now understand them, that time should be restricted to moving forwards (vs. backwards, or both) we are stuck with a simple fact: the past is the past. However much we might want to change it; we simply can’t. So, what does that mean? It means I need to own up ("own the chips, Kath") to my bad week, and take my lumps (in one pound increments). But hey, it’s not like I haven’t been here before, is it? Seems I tend to go complacent for a week, get some cheap shock therapy c/o the scales at Weight Watchers, then jump right back on the wagon ready to go.

So, where does that leave me for this week? Like the roadsign above, back on the straight and narrow for now, but on the lookout for some curves in the road ahead. Hey, did someone mention curves? Well, I’m actually starting to see mine again (ahem, that would be the inward-moving curves), and that’s doing more to keep me motivated that any number on a scale could do. Well, until my next weigh-in, anyway!

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