Last week, I decided to take a break from some numbers, and spent a whole week without keeping track of my calories or stepping on the scale. I wasn't sure how I would fare, but I survived, and [gasp!] my clothes still fit.
Here are a few of my thoughts from the week:
Day 2 - I had lunch with a friend and didn't cut the mayo from my sandwich. Oh, and I had onion rings.
Day 3 - I didn't realize pulling out the scale each morning was so ingrained in my morning ritual, and it's making me a little anxious not knowing my weight.
Day 5 - Due to a crisis with our water heater (insert future post topic here) the night before, food was fuel today. Isn't that how it should be?
Day 7 - I'm feeling a bit fluffy and wonder how bad the scale will jump in the morning, but that doesn't stop me from indulging in a donut Sunday morning and a slice of cake Sunday evening.
The result:
My indulgences for the week included - but not limited to - onion rings, apple fritter, real ice cream, a donut, and cake. The party is over.
I stepped on the scale yesterday morning to a gain of one pound. That's not a big deal, but I know I indulged more because I didn't keep track of what I ate. The "no weigh-in" was the hardest part of the week. I compared this week to how I feel after a race. After weeks of following a training schedule, my mind needs a break from figuring pace and distance. So I just run based on how I feel. This gives me time to refocus my goals. This was my weight break, and I've refocused.
Going forward, I have decided to keep my positive attitude during the week with once a week weigh-ins, but I will still keep track of my calories daily. I'll see how this process works. My personality is too obsessive to let it go completely, and with an upcoming marathon Sunday I need to make sure I get a certain number of calories and carbohydrates (just another number to track).
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