I almost didn't even weigh myself today. After last week's gain and subsequent bout of depression, then a week of vacation and vacation recovery, I was worried what the scale might say. But I have been very, very diligent since we have been home--and I wasn't really that bad on vacation, either. (I just had a few s'mores one night.) I decided to suck it up and do it.
Woo hoo! I lost 2.2 lbs this week! Which brings me pretty close to where I was when I started "Sunday on the Scale" but hey, at least we are moving in the right direction this week!
I think a lot of things worked in my favor for the weight loss, some of it being an abundance of watermelon in my house (next to NO calories and it really fills me up.) I have been staying out of the kitchen--baking really is my downfall. And I have had the time to ramp up my workouts over the past few days (sorry, I guess I am overtraining again. I don' t know how else to do it!)
So yesterday I rode my bike to the gym to meet my friend Heidi for a swim. I only fell once on the way there. I know that sounds lame, right? How many of you routinely fall off your bikes? Well, I shouldn't say fall off, more like fall with. I am still getting used to these clipless pedals. I don't know why they are called clipless--you are clipped to the bike. Anyway, where the bike goes, I go. Even if it is right onto the pavement. I walked into the gym with blood dripping halfway down my leg. Lovely.
As we left, Heidi and I were talking about it and how I get so self-conscious about falling that it makes me not want to ride. She said, "Oh, no one is paying any attention. You know everyone just cares about what they look like and what is going on in their own world. I'm sure no one even notices." She went and got in her car. I walked over to my bike and put on my helmet. Right then, this total stranger walks up to me, looks me up and down, focuses on my knee (which I had washed up by then) and exclaims, "Oh my gosh! You fell down!!!!"
Um, yes. Thanks for pointing that out to me.