Ok, hard facts time
As much as I hate seeing this data, I'm grateful I've been keeping track. I sat down this morning and looked the numbers.
Last week, my total planned calories was 17780. I ate 19022.
My calorie average was supposed to be 2540. I did plan to calorie cycle, so some higher days and some lower ones. My actual average was 2717.43
Add that to the NSAIDS water retention and muscle strain issues, is it any wonder why the scale is running in the wrong direction?
On Thursday, Friday and Saturday, I went in with a plan. But, emotions and fatigue got the best of me and I heard that faint, but familiar voice saying, "Eh, screw it."
Eating extra portions that I don't need. Not following my plan because "it's not fair that I'm injured and eating more will make it all better."
What? Um, I've spent four years working against that mentality! But the voice, even though she's quiet most of the time, likes to kick in the door like the Kool-Aid Man once in a while.
I'm not a fan.
So, what's next?
I have done a lot of thinking over the past few days. I've decided to stick with going for a small deficit, even as I continue to recover from this injury.
Tracking and Water are the priority.
I'm taking today off from any extra activity. My body needs to heal and rest. I've been still getting my 30 min of activity and hitting my 10,000 or 8,000 step count. I'm dialing that back today and will take it day to day at this point.
I will keep weighing in, even though it hurts to see the number. I know now from looking at the data that I am mostly to blame for the jump up. The meds may have contributed some, but my pity party did most of the damage. I can control that and then look at the scale with the "Hmm, that's interesting" POV. Then, I'll be able to truly see the impact (if any) of the injury and treatment.
I am not going to lean on excuses. Those days are over.
I'm Marie. I'm working toward a 200 lb. weight loss goal. I'm doing it with baby steps. Follow my journey here.