Last week was tough and this week will be, too. I’m on antibiotics that must be taken 12 hours apart and with food, so IF is out the window, for the most part. This is MUCH MUCH MUCH harder without proper IF.
My calories were less accurate this week. I tried to track everything, but there were some restaurant meals that were very difficult to count. I do not believe that I was way off my counts, but honestly, restaurants are the bane of my existence. I just cannot strike the balance between getting a meal I will enjoy and understanding how to count the calories properly. It is very frustrating and I’m about at the stage of only wanting to eat at restaurants that publish their nutritional data. Which would severely limit our options and hubby will not like that. Then another part of me thinks that I have to figure it out sometime, because I cannot avoid restaurants for the rest of my life. Nor would I want to. Ugh.
I started antibiotics on Thursday night and fasting went to hell after that. Friday’s fast was broken, but the app will not let me modify it the way I needed to, so that day is not at all as was recorded. I managed to squeeze in some fasting, but no more 18 hours or whatever until these antibiotics are done. The problem with that is it is much harder to control my calories when meals are spread so far apart. I don’t know why, it just is. I tried really hard, but alas, I failed a lot. I’m not even taking the antibiotics properly AND I’m failing. I should have just scrapped fasting altogether, taken my lumps, and then stuck with strict calories. But I didn’t and now I’m at the stage where there’s no food in the house and my choices are deteriorating. Mostly because I’m off my game.
Hear me now, though – I AM NOT GIVING UP.
Which is good to hear before I tell you about the scale this morning…
I weighed myself 3 times. 329.6, 332.1, 333.6.
The average is 331.8. That would put me 1.2 pounds OVER what I weighed at the doctor’s office. I don’t see how I could have gained a pound unless it is water, and honestly think I could have still lost a pound (the first weight listed). I was off this week, but not THAT off. But I have to go with the scale, since it’s what I’ve got, so we’ll call this my first official setback.
It’s sad, but it is what it is. I will also point to the calendar and remind us all that it’s about that time of the month so one might actually expect some bloating to occur right about now.
Vagaries, I tell you. Vagaries.
But this is me, not giving up on myself. I will carry on, my wayward son. There’ll be peace when I am done. Lay my weary head to rest. Don’t you cry no more. bum bum ba dum (lyrics, Wayward Son, by Kansas) I am listening to this right now. Feeling vintage and very much my age. If you are a youngun’, please disregard.
PS (Updated 5/15/19) – I got a pedometer (still haven’t found the old fitbit) and have been tracking my steps. I am not trying to hit a goal, yet, just keeping track of what I normally do. I’ll start posting those stats on Mondays, as well.