I reached a new “oh shit” weight this morning.
190 pounds.
I’m 5’9” tall, so that keeps me firmly in the “overweight” BMI category, and gives me a solid 20 pounds to lose to get back to that elusive “healthy” weight range that I saw once, a few years back — and 30 until I reach my goal weight.
Time to return to “Why Did I Eat That,” which I can only examine because I returned to tracking daily.
Action plan:
Return to the ritual Closing of the Kitchen. That means either filling or emptying the dishwasher, packing lunches for the next day, wiping down the sink and countertops, and making myself a tea and possibly a final dessert of yogurt with healthy toppings.
Get back to ordering Americanos at the Bux instead of trying new drinks before I know how many Points (calories/sugar/fat grams) they contain.
Pack lunch three days out of the week. Only buy lunch out twice during the work week.
Finally: I’m not going to get down on myself. I’m not going to wear the clothes that don’t currently fit me, knowing that I’ll feel worse in them. I’m going to continue tracking and being active.
I’m not going to delude myself that a) this weight will melt off like butter or b) I’ll never reach my goal. Either side is a delusion. Instead, I’m going to work at fueling myself properly, paying attention to how different foods affect me physically, and following the WW plan (since that’s the plan I’ve chosen to follow).
Constant vigilance! I’ve got this. No worries.