If there's one thing I've learned throughout this weight loss journey, it's this: No matter how bad things get, no matter how much weight you gain or how out of shape you get, you can ALWAYS turn things around. I started out this journey at the respectable weight of a professional football player, with the small thread of hope that with hard work and time, I could turn things around. I didn't have much to base this hope on--only the amazing stories of others who started out like me. Others--like Beth, Andrea, Leah, Jen, and Lisa, just to name a few--who took a leap of faith, started monitoring their food and exercising, and, by doing so, transformed their lives.
This week, I re-learned this lesson, albeit on a smaller scale. On Saturday night, I screwed up. It had been a stressful week and a tumultuous start to the weekend. Not to get into too many details, but there had been a series of guy issues/ friend problems all combined with way too much alcohol, which left me feeling a little...off...Off enough to pig out on cinnamon raisin bagels, chocolate pudding, cookie dough--you name it. On Sunday, I woke up feeling stuffed and disgusted with myself, which led to EVEN more self sabotage, if you can believe it ;)
Which led to Monday, when I figured I had two options. I could continue to have a bad week and eat whatever I wanted and start over on Thursday (my weigh-in day) or I could get back on the wagon, knowing that my weekend of insanity would probably lead to a bad weigh in, even if I stayed on plan for the rest of the week.
Well, bizarrely enough, I took option two. I went for a jog on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday and I made sure to stay within my points on those days as well. On some level, I guess I realized that my weigh-in wasn't the most important thing, and that seeing a gain wouldn't wreck my weight loss journey. All that really mattered was getting back on track--emotionally and physically--for the rest of the week.
And so I proceeded to dig myself out of my hole. I ran, even when my stomach gurgled from too much booze and bagels. I restrained myself from eating McDonalds, even when part of my brain said, "You've already screwed up, you might as well go down with a bam!" I forced myself to buy groceries, eat vegetables, and basically get back on track, even though I knew I was going to face a punishment on the scale on Thursday. I figured that gaining one pound was better than gaining three.
And, of course, you can guess what happened. I lost 0.4 at my weigh in =) I'm still on track to my goal, and I'm so glad that I didn't let the weekend's slip-up derail me from my progress. I think this week re-enforced an important lesson for me--you can always recover from mistakes. As long as you have faith in yourself, and are willing to work hard and accept that it may take time to recover.