My sister and I didn't go Midnight Walking even once last week!
Between her fatigue and my joint pain, we were two halves of a train wreck; and I couldn't begin to tell you who was which half! I was determined though to stick to eating small, low calorie, low carb meals throughout the day and lose weight by eating less calories than I was burning. Good plan, right?
Well, at the same time, I was tapering down on the Prednisone and mid-week my pain was worse. So instead of riding it out, I went back up a few milligrams of the steroid thinking I had come down on it too fast. And do you know what returned? The gnawing hunger pains that come after I should've finished eating for the day somewhere around 2AM!
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich quieted the pains on two different nights and I really hoped that by scarfing them down I hadn't caused too much damage on my journey to "Get That Fat Off Your Behind."
Annoyed that the week was slipping away, and I hadn't done anything in the way of exercise, I became the food police and mercilessly harped on my sister about almost everything she put in her mouth.
"THREE pop tarts, Jemilah?" I said in the most nagging tone I could muster.
"Yes Falanya, three." She replied visibly annoyed.
"Do you know how much sugar and carbs are in those?" I continued to nag.
"Nick, do you hear something?" She said to my brother-in-law, ignoring me.
"What's the serving size for those?" I began again.
"Why do you even bring them in the house?" I continued.
"You know this undermines everything you've done so far, don't you?"
I just couldn't stop myself from talking! I don't know how she didn't swing around and pop me one but she displayed great self-control, ignored me, and kept right on eating the pop tarts in front of her.
She doesn't call me "Naggatha" for nothing and I lived up to that name this past week! I was only looking out for her well-being is what I told myself, but I was annoyed that the week wasn't going how I wanted it to go. I planned to lose at least 5lbs but it wasn't looking as if that was going to be a reality. So I nagged at her to make me feel better about not being able to exercise. Now that's sisterly love for ya!
So what happened at the weigh-in this morning?
Well after I emptied my bladder so as not to add any extra ounces to the scale, I stepped on and...
"Daggnabbit!" I exclaimed.
"Watch your mouth." Mom said.
Grumbles uttered under my breath was my reply. Jemilah alighted the scale next and she hadn't lost anything either. What a bummer for both of us! The one eensy weensy silver lining was that we hadn't gained much of anything.
Although I'm disappointed, I'm still motivated more than ever to do better next week! It may mean that I'll take a few walks by myself in the mid-afternoon instead of waiting for my sister to be awake enough to go with me, but I have to do what I have to do when my body gives me the green light to do it! Right? Oh and not eating PB&J's at 2AM would be helpful too.
So, with my shoulders pushed back, my chest puffed out, and my belly button pulled into my spine, I quote from one of my favorite movies of all time, Galaxy Quest, and say:
"By Grabthar's hammer...by the Sons of Warvan...I shall be avenged! Never give up! Never surrender!"
~Today is a Gift - Live Thankfully~