I have expectations. Unrealistic expectations. Here’s a few for example: I expect my kids to be able to do the dishes without fighting, whinging or dropping water all over the floor….. Are you kidding me! Unrealistic for sure! I expect my kids to listen to me every time I open my mouth… So totally unrealistic not even I listen to myself all the time in fact I can’t stand the nagging that comes out of my mouth somedays but earplugs only internalize the sounds and make my voice sound weird! And I should not, I repeat, should not freak out when I gain 200g during a diet…..
200g. I know laughable right?! But this diet is all about daily losses to keep you motivated. Plateauing is normal but gaining is not if you follow it to a T. So why did I gain? Was it because the kids had my favourite meal last night – homemade pizza and garlic bread? Did I sneak a bite? Hell did I suck back a whole pizza? Nope I did not. I didn’t even lick my fingers after making them. Instead I had a light 95g tuna in spring water with salad. Did I have a full cream latte with one, something I’ve been hanging for? Nope I did not. I had a herbal tea hold the honey and it was quite delicious. Did I sneak a few Doritos the kids had for arvo tea? Nope I did not. I ate my protein only snack worth 50g, boring as batshit but it’s worth it right, right?! What I did eat in addition to what my plan allows was 6 almonds. 6 raw almonds obviously all worth 33.3333 grams each. Fat little fuckers ruined my morning!
I was close to getting back into the 60’s too and I thought, I expected, it might of been this morning. I haven’t seen a 6 for a super long time and I tell you when I do see that upside down 9, when I jump that momentous hurdle, I plan to hold a party in celebration – me and my scales are going to celebrate in style… In the bathroom. Alongside the toilet… While no one is watching…. The almonds are definitely NOT invited!
It’s ok I’m not beating myself up. No perfection bat in sight!
I know what I have to do and I am not going to sabotage myself and fall off the wagon like I normally would just because I feel defeated. Today, although I am disappointed, I still feel committed and I am determined to get back to my normal weight. I’m not going to squeeze into tight clothes anymore because once upon a time those clothes were not tight. I have a whole wardrobe waiting to be worn and they are relying on me. I will not let you down Prada shoes and Gucci pants …. Haha just kidding they’re Grace Hill shoes and my Cooper St leather pants that are calling … Oh and a shitload of Target! But I can still hear them calling even without the ridiculous price tag. Yep all my clingy tops, my size 10 jeans and my ‘white’ wardrobe are calling me to. What’s that? I think I can hear them roar!
Who else had a ‘less than ideal weigh-in’ this morning? Go on share all the grisly deets! Hey if you were successful please share too! Inspire the shit out of me!