September 27, 2013

Roses and thorns

This has been another one of those weeks that just flies by. I had the best intentions of posting mid-week, but with midterms next week (already!!!) I found myself more overwhelmed with work (grading, exam creating, etc.) than I had expected. The work is mostly done for next week, so I'm hoping to be able to post something between this weigh in and the next.

I'm a bit frustrated with my weigh in this week - up a pound, to 256. I was doing so well, too, on a streak of losing. Saturday morning Matt had a race, and after, I forgot he had mentioned there would be a little event downtown where a few of the small local restaurants were offering tasting menus. So we went to a few different places and split little things here and there. They're all local, no chains, so we thought it would be a good idea to check them out, so when we have guests visiting, we know where to take them.

I didn't eat a lot, but I know it was crazy high in sodium. It would have been okay, though, except that then later that night was our friends' party. I stayed in control with my snacking - I was really proud of myself, not going overboard even though it looked like Pinterest exploded on their counter - all kinds of dips and spreads, homemade bread, etc.

And I woke up the next morning 7 pounds heavier.

Yikes!

I cried, then Matt and I talked about it, and he threw out our scale. It was a few years old, and even though we had recently replaced the battery, it was still sort of wonky lately. He stepped on it himself, and it showed one number - five minutes later, in the same exact spot, with nothing else different, it gave a readout that was 4 pounds lighter.

We went to the store that night and got a brand new scale, and the next morning, I saw 258. Still a gain, but a much more understandable one. And I worked all week to get it down, but 256 on the nose was all I could do.

Part of the problem was that we didn't stick to the nightly salad plan this week. I love how I feel when I stick to it, so for this week, I'm going to get back on track with those. I've been inspired by Caroline's beautiful Whole 30 pictures - wanting avocado so badly!

I got an email today that the campus recreation department will be doing spinning classes in October. Now that I'm doing better with pumping milk for Noah, I might consider going to a few. It's been a long, long time since I've properly exercised, and I know if I'm ever going to get out of the 200s, I need to recommit to being active. It's just been tough - first with struggling to keep up my milk supply, and this week, just with being tired. I was in bed by 9 most nights, sometimes as early as 7:30. I'd put Noah down, then crash immediately too. It's a busy time in the semester. Just need to, as always, work on time management and making time for the things that are important to me.

What about you? How was your week?

I wanted to write earlier this week about an article I read on CNN: two year old had weight loss surgery. It was a really interesting article, and has been on my mind quite a bit. I absolutely refused to read any comments on the article, knowing that for every insightful and well thought out one, there would be a dozen ridiculous and rude ones. I'm interested in what you all think, though. Is a physically changing surgery a good idea for such a young child? I'm inclined to say that in most cases, it isn't - it's better to teach healthy habits, change to healthier foods, eliminate excess snacking, and get active as a family. This boy was, of course, a different case - it wasn't a matter of 5 or 10 pounds overweight, but enough that it became life-threatening. Still, I think I hold the same opinion that I have on weight-loss surgery for adults: it's important to keep in mind that it's not a few snips here and there and magically you'll be thin. You still need to work hard - eating better, eating less, moving more - and learning how to make that all part of your routine for the rest of your life. I dreamt of WLS when I was a kid. I thought it would make things better. What I eventually realized, though, was that I didn't want the surgery, I wanted the results. And if I had to work hard with or without the surgery, I'd rather save the money and the post-operative healing time. Thoughts?