Week 9 weight (had to look back through posts to know exactly which week we're on; I've lost track!)
217.0. That's 1.4# this week, which is no small feat when you find out what I got away with.
Total lost: 21#.
Sunday I went to The Cheesecake Factory with my family.
I'm sorry, but when the word cheesecake is in the name, all bets are off.
I had two pieces of bread (a lovely dark brown, warm, chewy bread with oat grains sprinkled on the outside), a Thai lettuce wrap with peanut sauce, a lunch-sized portion of Thai Chicken Pasta (there was no boxing half of it before I started; I ate just about all of it), and for dessert, a Godiva Brownie Sundae (Get OUT!!!) This sundae comes with 3 triangular shaped dark chocolate brownies standing up, with 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream that has a square of Godiva chocolate stuck into the top of each, and a generous blob of real whipped cream.
We will pause reverently to reflect on the sheer freakin' beauty & deliciousness of this meal.
For the record, I could only tackle half the dessert, and brought the other half home. Yes, I could have chosen to give or throw it away, but nothin' doin'. I ate the rest later that night.
I would gladly spend the rest of my life on a treadmill in exchange for this afternoon of nirvana, and nearly have.
Monday morning I got up and went to spin for 30 minutes, then on to an elliptical for 35 minutes, and the dreaded stationary stairclimber for 10. Then, after work, I went to Power Pump weight-training class for an hour.
Today, after work I went to yoga for an hour and straight to a turbo-spin class for 45 minutes.
I post this with aching limbs and a damp shirt, but I logged a weight loss for the week, and kept from dropping off into the abyss- pigging out on the Cheesecake Factory, deciding I sucked and it was all over, and quitting.
Instead, I rose to the occasion and worked harder; I've also eaten well the past two days, and will continue to do so.
What I've learned is that the food orgies must be rare, and then WORKED OFF.
There is a conscious decision to be made when contemplating such an orgy.
That question is, "Am I willing to do the work?"
If the answer is yes, go for it, with the realization that you are committed to follow through with equal and opposite exercise.
If the answer is no, you have to scale back the orgy, which may cause you to feel either victorious or deprived.
There are no easy answers here, unless you want to try one of those fat-blocking diet pills advertised on TV that cause you to lose control of your bowels without warning (and the rest of the mile-long list of heinous side effects). Scratch that!!
Ugh! Being a chubbie is so hard! But so are a lot of other things; it's just our cross to bear.
That said, I don't mind lifting a twenty-pound bag of dogfood and realizing that I've lost that amount.
Not one bit.
