I came back home last night, and jumped on the scales today very eager, after 11 days in waiting. The result: 97.3kg. So not exactly a big change. Two weeks ago I weighed 97.4kg, although I weighed more than that in the three days that followed.
I was actually pretty satisfied with the number I saw. My eating days during the visit with my boyfriend were mostly quite good, and I made a lot of small changes by greatly decreasing my alcohol intake, the mindless snacking and the odd dessert. I only had two "bad" eating days, and those were in the past weekend. On Saturday we spent most of the day in a barbecue at a friend's place, and I stuffed myself with meat, but also potato salad, potato chips (or crisps, as they call them here), a banana with melt chocolate (oh-my-god-it-was-so-delicious), and, unfortunately, some doughnut holes, a little cake and about half of a doughnut. Oh, and three large beers. And a gin tonic later that night. So it was definitely not a great weight-losing day, but I enjoyed every minute of it, and, to be honest, I could have had at least a couple more beers, and much more food.
Then on Sunday we went on a little day-trip and packed a picnic which included sandwiches, prosecco and some olives. We bought some fruit and, unfortunately, some lime-flavoured Doritos. This all would still have been fine, but then we also had a few beers (three pints of Weissbier, to be exact) and dinner there. I think I did ok in terms of food, except for the Doritos; I calculated the next day that I ate about 500 calories in Doritos, which was stupid on my part, and could have been avoided (except that it's really hard when the bag is at arm's length and you're hungry). Worse than that, though, I had A LOT to drink. The prosecco and the beers combined were just short of 1000 calories! So that day was a caloric disaster. But, still: I didn't eat half of my sandwich because I realised I was full. Our dessert was fresh fruit, which was great. And I left about two thirds of my dinner untouched, because I felt full already (and the chicken pie I ordered had about a pound of chicken in it). Even counting in the Doritos, if I hadn't drunk any alcohol, it would have been a fine eating day. But I don't have any regrets. I had an amazing Sunday, it will be a day that I'll remember very fondly! Also, being away from home and my scales for 11 days and managing so well (except for the last weekend) is pretty good, I think!
There is one thing I am worried about, and it has to do with my intestinal function, which seems to have gone out of whack, and I'm not clear why. It might have been the change in eating, combined with the trip, but I'm not used to such issues. I will try to increase my fiber intake this week and see what happens.
I have to say that it was nice spending time with my boyfriend, but I am also glad to be back to my old routine (and my own house, and my own bed and bathroom). I'll be sad to have my dinner alone in the evening, but I'll be glad to have more control over it.
I'm toying with the idea of hitting the gym sometime soon, maybe even tomorrow morning. Honestly, I don't know why I'm writing about it and not doing something about it! I haven't been to the gym since November, and I'm feeling a little... I don't know, a little embarrassed about going again. It's really stupid, and I know that once I get the routine back, it will be really easy to just add it to my daily schedule again. But right now it is one of those things that seem really hard from a distance (and then you try them and they're not so bad at all). So I should just go, I reckon.
That's me starting my third week of calorie-counting, and I'm feeling great about it!
I was actually pretty satisfied with the number I saw. My eating days during the visit with my boyfriend were mostly quite good, and I made a lot of small changes by greatly decreasing my alcohol intake, the mindless snacking and the odd dessert. I only had two "bad" eating days, and those were in the past weekend. On Saturday we spent most of the day in a barbecue at a friend's place, and I stuffed myself with meat, but also potato salad, potato chips (or crisps, as they call them here), a banana with melt chocolate (oh-my-god-it-was-so-delicious), and, unfortunately, some doughnut holes, a little cake and about half of a doughnut. Oh, and three large beers. And a gin tonic later that night. So it was definitely not a great weight-losing day, but I enjoyed every minute of it, and, to be honest, I could have had at least a couple more beers, and much more food.
Then on Sunday we went on a little day-trip and packed a picnic which included sandwiches, prosecco and some olives. We bought some fruit and, unfortunately, some lime-flavoured Doritos. This all would still have been fine, but then we also had a few beers (three pints of Weissbier, to be exact) and dinner there. I think I did ok in terms of food, except for the Doritos; I calculated the next day that I ate about 500 calories in Doritos, which was stupid on my part, and could have been avoided (except that it's really hard when the bag is at arm's length and you're hungry). Worse than that, though, I had A LOT to drink. The prosecco and the beers combined were just short of 1000 calories! So that day was a caloric disaster. But, still: I didn't eat half of my sandwich because I realised I was full. Our dessert was fresh fruit, which was great. And I left about two thirds of my dinner untouched, because I felt full already (and the chicken pie I ordered had about a pound of chicken in it). Even counting in the Doritos, if I hadn't drunk any alcohol, it would have been a fine eating day. But I don't have any regrets. I had an amazing Sunday, it will be a day that I'll remember very fondly! Also, being away from home and my scales for 11 days and managing so well (except for the last weekend) is pretty good, I think!
There is one thing I am worried about, and it has to do with my intestinal function, which seems to have gone out of whack, and I'm not clear why. It might have been the change in eating, combined with the trip, but I'm not used to such issues. I will try to increase my fiber intake this week and see what happens.
I have to say that it was nice spending time with my boyfriend, but I am also glad to be back to my old routine (and my own house, and my own bed and bathroom). I'll be sad to have my dinner alone in the evening, but I'll be glad to have more control over it.
I'm toying with the idea of hitting the gym sometime soon, maybe even tomorrow morning. Honestly, I don't know why I'm writing about it and not doing something about it! I haven't been to the gym since November, and I'm feeling a little... I don't know, a little embarrassed about going again. It's really stupid, and I know that once I get the routine back, it will be really easy to just add it to my daily schedule again. But right now it is one of those things that seem really hard from a distance (and then you try them and they're not so bad at all). So I should just go, I reckon.
That's me starting my third week of calorie-counting, and I'm feeling great about it!
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