What a week! From one extreme to the other. From Monday’s weigh in to Thursday night I was doing fine. The scales showed I’d dropped 1 – 1.5lbs. Yay me! Friday morning I woke up feeling peckish. I cooked my breakfast (all in the oven) and sat down to eat. After 3 mouthfuls I felt absolutely stuffed. However, I forced myself to finish it all – gotta put fuel in the engine. Lunchtime saw the same thing; stuffed after a few mouthfuls. Really?!?!?!?! Then the afternoon arrived.
I spent most of the afternoon grazing and munching – on good stuff. Friday evening is usually takeaway night here and I was going to be so good – as good as you can be with these things – but my willpower had gone into hiding and I ended up scoffing half a 12″ meaty pizza (thick crust, lotsa meats and a bbq sauce) in no time at all. And still felt hungry. (When am I going to learn that, these days, I need the veg stuff to keep the hunger at bay – not that it worked that well earlier in the day). So I figured I was in serious refuelling mode after my very active week.
Saturday morning came and the scales bitch-slapped me. 4lbs on!!!!!!! OMG! That really hit me hard. I’ve been beating myself up about it ever since. Saturday’s hunger patterns followed the same path as Friday, except that I made myself a lovey syn-free dinner.
Today I have eaten better at the main meal times but not needed to snack (on fat-free yogurt) to keep the hunger pangs at bay. What the heck is going on here?
Tomorrow’s weigh in should be interesting.