Rule Breakers

The Mr. and I are doing a half and half week because our next vacation (can you believe we're leaving already?) starts on Thursday evening.  From this morning until the moment we get to Utah, we are Simply Filling all the way.  Once we're there, we're going to go back to counting points.  Against the rules?  Yes!  We just feel like we need a minute to be SFT eaters (because we just need a change of pace) but know we won't be able to maintain the lifestyle once we're officially on vacation.

Sorry. . .

So sorry that I've been MIA for a while.  After last week's post (or was it two weeks ago) I was a little depressed and didn't really know what to do with myself since all of my life plans had changed.  I decided that this was a bit of temporary insanity and the Mr. and I are much better going on our journey as we had originally envisioned.

In other news, the Mr. and I are starting to shop for loans for a home.  Exciting, yes?  Also amazingly stressful.  We're actually thinking about getting a condo instead because we don't really want the maintenance of a house but still want a little yard for our pup.  We went and looked at a neighborhood which is in my dad's part of town, but it was a no-go because there were far too many stairs in the condos.

We've also planned a trip to visit my mom in Utah next week.  Last time I went to visit her, I lost tons of weight in the few days I was there because of the better eating and increased activity, hopefully I'll get that again.

And the most exciting news is. . .  I'm down to 162.6.  That's a total loss of 27.3 pounds.  Only 1.6 away from my 15% anniversary goal.  I tried out a kick-boxing video on Netflix that was tons of fun and very point friendly, if you know what I mean.

Starting Over {Again}

After my flub on vacation and then the holiday festivities, I haven't been doing so well.  At other times in my journey, I've used the Simply Filling Technique to get back in the saddle.  That's exactly what I did yesterday.  I did an early weigh in and faced the facts.  I was back up to 188 and was doomed to weigh more than that in a few days.

Since my last post, the Mr. and I are/were having a bit of a pregnancy scare.  He was convinced I was pregnant (which is definitely not in the plan for a long while) which then made me question myself.  I took a test.  I'm not, but rationally I know that 1) I should not be showing signs of symptoms yet and 2) even if I am, the test was taken too early to tell.  At least it calmed him down for a bit.

Unfortunately, this incident has pulled me from deciding that it would be at least 5 years before we started talking about this issue to I'd like one soon.  Soon as in, it would be nice to get this damned weight off and start trying. I just keep telling myself that it's all about the bigger picture.

Success!

Rationally, I know that extra weight I gained was probably a bunch of water and junk that was in my body.  I know this, yet to look at those extra numbers killed me.  Honestly, I felt as if I was going to gain that much weight over the course of 5 days, what was the point of working so hard to get to my goal.  At the time of my return, my mini goal (to lose 7 pounds by my anniversary) had been raised to 10.  It really makes me feel like I suck at life (and weight loss).

After a few hours thinking that way, I decided that I had to succeed.  What's the point of trying so hard if I'm just going to give up when the going gets tough.  I brushed myself off and made a pact with myself that I was going to beat those 3.6 pounds. Guess what. . .

Well, as of this morning, I've lost 1.4 pounds.  Kind of ridiculous isn't it?  It would be really really nice if it was all gone by the time WI comes around on Saturday (or at least close).  Now that I'm done with this downward spiral of self loathing, I realize that it wasn't worth it.  How much time was wasted over absolutely nothing?