I am a chronic avoider of scales. I know that they teach you in Weight Watchers (or similar programs) to weigh freqently so you’ll keep yourself in check, but since I have a tendency to become obsessive about things I try to keep it to a minimum.
After sugar detoxing, which causes anyone to drop lbs quickly, I started sticking to a regular routine of cutting out sugar and processed foods as much as possible. I’ve done this before and lost weight very quickly but I always knew it was something I couldn’t do for the long term.
Enter Cheat Day. This time around, I’m not interested in crash dieting and losing 40 lbs in 3.5 months (like I did before my wedding) because within 6 months I had gained it all back so quickly I ended up with new stretch marks. Not kidding. Now, I eat whatever I want one time a week. Originally I thought about taking every Saturday off but I think that would stall progress too much, so now I take Saturday nights off only. It’s also nice for my husband (since he has a crazy-fast metabolism and would shrivel away into nothing if he cut out carbs) to have one night a week for an actual restaurant dinner with his wife.
So, for the past few days I’ve been hopping on the scale, even though I hate it. I don’t count detox lbs because I don’t consider it real weight loss. I know most people do, but I consider it loss of bloat. After a few consistent days, I’ll own up the fact that I’ve managed to take off 10 solid non-detox lbs. The best thing about this change of eating habits? I’m actually cooking my own food. Those who know me probably think that’s hilarious and pray for the survival of my kitchen. I’ll admit it – I’m pretty proud of myself.
So, this post is not a check-off, just a check-in of 10 lbs into “lose 30 lbs the right way.” By “right way” I mean slowly, and I think 10 lbs in 2 months is a good pace, especially since 10 of those days were spent being a vacation glutton.
By the way, I could stand to lose a lot more than 30 lbs, but this would at least get me out of the holyshitthatsdangerous weight.
If you see me with a cookie, smack it out of my hand and tell me to stay strong.