I’m struggling a little bit this week.
I’m having trouble with not feeling NORMAL.
You heard me: NORMAL.
Sometimes, I just want to go out to lunch with a co-worker and not feel a little guilty when I eat a few fried pickle chips.
One day, I want to feel okay accepting plans with friends that involves food and alcohol without first thinking about my weigh-in, what the impact will be, what I will be eating, etc.
I feel like this is what NORMAL people do. People who are CAREFREE… people who are LIVING.
The interesting thing: I know that the people who do behave as I’ve described to be “normal” in most cases aren’t trying to lose weight. They haven’t just lost 80 lbs. They’re not actively participating in a weight loss program.
Also, in reality… while they may not stress about what’s for lunch, about how they’re going to work off the breadsticks they ate, there are other things that worry them.
So, why do I compare myself to these people who clearly have different goals than I do?? Deep down, I know I shouldn’t… but I still do. I hate saying no to social outings, and frankly… I wanted to eat pizza this week.
So… I did! This week, I had dinner with Tiffany, and I did what I usually do… I led with a restaurant choice that has healthy choices. When she suggested we try Sexy Pizza… how could I really say no?? I mean, yes… I wanted to have pizza, and Sexy Pizza sounded delish!
Now, we ate pretty well. We split a salad (avoiding that cheese) and each ate two pieces of pizza. In my past, I would have easily devoured about 1/2 of that pie, but I just don’t eat like that anymore…
Even though that was pretty good, I felt horrible about it. For maintaining my weight, this meal is totally doable… but when I’m trying to lose, extra sodium and extra calories don’t typically lend to a positive weigh-in. Food guilt is the WORST.
On the positive side: I packed great snacks every day of the week and really stayed on track during the days. I even avoided a Chick-fila catered lunch… that’s impressive!
So… how did my weigh-in go? Well, I didn’t go. The scale and I had a disagreement on Saturday morning, and I just didn’t feel like going to Jenny Craig and talking about it. I knew what happened this week. I knew that I hadn’t been to the gym all week long. I hadn’t forgotten I ate the pizza, and I knew that I wasn’t in the mood to drive across town to rehash what I already knew.
So… I skipped the weigh in.
I decided to instead do what I needed on Saturday, and I decided not to compare it to what “normal” people would have done… or to what I “should” have done… I took the day off.