This weekend has been FABULOUS. We stayed home, cleaned the house, did the yard stuff we needed to do, grocery shopped, and just generally spent the entire weekend getting our house/life back in order.
Part of my heightened mood stems from the fact that I finished some research project stuff and have nothing immediately looming – I was free to just live without dread/thoughts of “I should be doing xyz” – but the majority of it comes from feeling relief that we had TIME to get stuff done.
Anyway. Good weekend. Productive.
I decided to count WW points this weekend out of curiosity. I stopped doing that a while ago, but my weight loss has stalled pretty significantly, so I thought I’d give it a shot to see where I stand. Turns out I might need more structure than just roughly counting calories/protein/carbs (which I’d also mostly stopped doing, for what it’s worth). I’m really sick of counting/measuring things – FOR SURE – so I’m just going to take it day by day – meal by meal – and see how it goes. I’m thinking I need a little portion control reminder here and there.
Jon’s home, so he’s been cooking.
We had fried eggs and a spinach/garlic chicken sausage for breakfast on Saturday:
He marinated some chicken wings in jamaican jerk stuff – SO good – but I had just one, with a salad, for lunch since I was counting points:
Dinner was a grilled pork chop and turnip greens:
I had (almost butter-less because I don’t like it greasy) popcorn while we caught up on the shows that had piled up on the DVR. What’s missing from this (bad, I know) picture is the dog. He eats about as much as I do, can catch it mid-air, and starts howling for it as soon as he hears me going through the motions to put the bag in the microwave. It’s ridiculous – and my fault.
Breakfast today = 2 fried eggs and sausage:
Jon roasted a chicken at some point this morning, so I had some of that for lunch as we walked out the door to go to the gym (which was risky – just hoped that I was eating it far enough in advance that it wouldn’t make me sick):
I had another lunch about an hour after we got home from the gym – rolled up turkey, provolone and mustard and some nuts. I’m pretty sure this is where I hit my points max for the day, which was a definite eye-opener:
Dinner was a salad with more of the roasted chicken and maybe 1/2 T rosemary lemon dressing and 1/4 cup yogurt, 2 strawberries and a large T of PB:
I did 40 minutes of cardio on the stair thing and bike and hated every fucking minute. I felt great as I left – always do – but I had to do some serious self-talk to get myself in the door. I haven’t worked out without the trainer in at least 2 months.
I’m feeling like I’ve been in a good place this weekend.
I’m not sure why I get wrapped up in wanting to set goals for myself regarding weight loss. It just DOESN’T work for some strange reason. I’ve decided to go back to where I started – primarily, no goals – if I count points/calories/whatever, I count them. If I take pictures and write about it, I take pictures and write about it. If I exercise, I exercise. If I don’t do those things? Not the end of the world. I had success when I put ZERO pressure on it/myself.
I am an obsessively goal oriented person and I keep wanting to set them. It’s very strange to me that this doesn’t work with goals, but it just doesn’t. I’ve failed every single time I’ve tried to set a goal. No goals? Lost 80 pounds.
I just can’t over-think any of this for some reason. I seemingly do better when I don’t think AT ALL. Sounds so easy, right?