Well, I understand why Jeff Hill told me not to weigh myself every day.
I’m not sure what’s going on, but the last two days I have been gaining weight and I am completely obsessed with the scale.
I am on a stringent diet, and I haven’t cheated at all. Not purposely anyway. That is why I am writing today. I am treating this article as a confessions of sorts… at least today. Despite all my efforts three weeks in, I went from 164.6 to 165.0 to 165.4 the last three days. Obviously, things are clearly moving in the wrong direction.
I have a theory why things have temporarily gone off the rails. I think I screwed up my insulin on Sunday with an “accidental” cheat. I went for a two hour bike ride, and it was lunch time half way through my exercise regime. So, I stopped at a coffee shop, because it was the only place around with food. Of course, the majority of what was available was all kinds of pastry, muffins, banana breads, etc. They had no fruit and yogurt, which is what I was seeking. It was really tough to even build my own lunch with anything they had kicking around.
Given the restrictions of this program, I was the furthest thing from this coffee shop’s target market.
No caffeine, no sugar, no alcohol, and every meal or snack needs to be 30% protein, 30% fat and 40% carbs.
So here I am, surrounded by fat and carbs, with another side of fat, loaded with sugar — with no protein other than cheese. The saving grace, was the fact that they advertised smoothies on their chalk board. Bonus!
So I asked the indifferent barista with excitement, “Do you have yogurt for the smoothies?”
She repled indifferently, “Um… no.”
“Do you have fruit?”
“Well, yes, but is in the form of a concentrate.”
I asked, “What kind of juice do you blend it with?”
I said clearly “Great, because I can have fruit, but I cannot have sugar.”
I purchased a small, which appeared to be about 8 ounces, and I even got a little fancy and requested an apricot and pear smoothly. When do you ever have pear and apricot together?
I took one sip, and I was in heaven and hell at the same time. Sweet. As. Candy.
Obviously the barista did not catch my sentence, “Great, because I can have fruit, but I cannot have sugar” statement.
Justifications ran through my head a mile a minute. I had a full out private discussion with myself about the fact that it may not be “real” sugar — it may be that the pears are really sweet. Riiiiight. I was pretty dang convincing with myself for about two or three gulps.
So, I took my sugar drink outside and gave it to my boyfriend, Rich, which he happily drank.
I only drank half the eight ounce glass, but my weight loss has been struggling ever since.
I was warned by Jeff Hill at Fit Start through one of the videos that if your insulin spikes, it takes a bit to get it back on track. So I am guessing…. that possibly I am paying the price for those few gulps of heaven in slowing down my weight loss. I don’t claim to be an expert, but it “feels” like that’s what happened. I am being punished.
In my defense, I didn’t “really” cheat on Sunday. I did my due diligence, I was just lied to. As soon as I had sound enough mind to catch the “possible” mistake, I gave the culprit away.
I hope this set back is very temporary. The price is too high! When someone coined the phrase, ‘a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips”, they weren’t kidding.