Darn... Too Good to be True...

OK, the scale gave me some false reassurance the other day....  it turns out that the 155.4 wasn't a real number....  I was probably a little dehydrated from my spin class.  As of this morning, I'm coming in at 158.6, which is right in line with what I weighed yesterday.  This is a much better number for me, emotionally, than the 161.4 that took me by surprise after my trip, but it's still about 2 pounds away from the safety zone I like to stay in...  Not a big deal -- I'm just taking note of where I am.

With all that said, I have to wonder why I just HAD to have ice cream after dinner last night...  I didn't go crazy with the portion size, but ... really?  I do actually know that eating ice cream is not the way to lose weight.  I need to get my head out of my you-know-what and focus until I'm back in my happy zone...

Thanks for listening.  This is a really important part of maintenance for me, and I hope it's not coming across as obnoxious for me to blog about 2-6 measley pounds.  If I didn't stay on top of small gains like this, it's unlikely I'd be able to keep off the weight I worked so hard to lose.  As it happens, that's exactly how I defeated the results of every single diet I ever was on before I was banded, and it's how I got to 230 pounds in the first place.

Much Ado About Nothing?

Happily, but surprisingly, I got on the scale this morning to read 155.4.  I didn't believe it, so I moved the scale and got on and off it four more times, getting the exact same weight each time.  Is it really possible that my scale moved 5 pounds in one day?  I guess so -- my stomach had been a little wonky for the past few days and was finally feeling better...  I am sure that had some impact.  Also, I went to yoga on Monday and hit a spin class on Tuesday, which surely helped as well.

I'll see how it goes tomorrow -- I'm not convinced this morning's number is the true number, but I'll see if it holds another day.  

What I like about this experience (short though it's been) is that it tells me how much I've changed over the past six years.  Pre-band, that 6 pounds would have become 10 in a blink of an eye... then 20, then more.  But now, by getting on the scale most days, I can nip a gain in the bud, get on top of it, and avoid derailing years of good behavior.  Feeling good about that.

I'm not going back.

Keeping Track

This morning, the scale read in at 160.4.  I was really hoping that more than a pound of that gain was just water weight that would come off after a day of conscientious eating.  Oh well.... I'll take the pound.  I don't want to be too crazy about it -- I know I'll get back to my goal range soon if I just keep watching what I eat.  But, I'm dying to get back in the 150-range!

Plus, Steve and I have a trip to the Bahamas coming up very soon, and I'm going to have to be in a bathing suit.....

Ack!!!

I just got back from a week of meetings in California.  I flew out on Friday, was in San Diego until Wednesday, then in San Francisco from Wednesday night until Saturday morning.  What was I doing?  Lots of wining and dining of clients and prospective clients.

The ladies' room at Bang Bang in San Diego -- covered in Gosling!

What wasn't I doing?  Working out -- and I didn't have access to my scale.  I really rely on my scale to keep me on top of my weight.  If it's a little up, I make better food choices that day, and if it's a little down, I let myself have a treat if I am in the mood.  One solid week of no scale and lots of eating out is definitely not good for my maintenance plans.

Some San Francisco Scenery

This morning, my scale was at 161.4.  That's SIX POUNDS over my goal.  I also haven't seen the 160s for a really long time -- probably a few years -- and it freaked me out.

Am I surprised?  Honestly, with checking my scale every day and reining it in if I have a splurge day, it's very easy for me to stay right at my goal weight.  I wouldn't have been shocked to be up 2-3 pounds, but to be up so much that I'm in a different 10-pound range?!  I was not expecting that.  Then again, after a week of unbridaled eating, I really shouldn't be so surprised.

Papaya salad and pho at The Slanted Door in San Francisco (which was followed by cheese at another spot, and ice cream at another... my biggest splurge eating day.... is it any wonder the scale is not friendly today?)

This is no tragedy, it's just time for me to check back in (hence this post) and get on top of it before that six pounds has a chance to inch up to ten.  I'm going to do light yogurt for breakfast every day, make healthy choices for my other meals, and get in some good exercise this week.  I'll check back in to let you know how it's going.

Oof.  I hope all my clothes still fit!