Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Week 2: Train Wreck

Greetings! I hope you all had a wonderful week. My husband and I have been working our butts off (quite literally) around our house. We're getting ready to sell it and have been doing last-minute updates like crazy. This has been my main source of exercise this week, actually. I did yoga on Wednesday and walked on Thursday, but that's all of the traditional exercise I did.

Ready for a train wreck?! My eating this week was atrocious! This week was the first week in several months where I ate out several times. (The definition of eating out in this instance are sit-down restaurants as we tend to get fast-food a lot [at least we used to].) I went to Gloria's with my sister-in-law on Tuesday and ate two of my three beef enchiladas that were smothered in cheese. The chips and bean dip they serve are irresistible, too. I also partook in a mojito. I completely paid the price the next day when my stomach was totally off - ugh. (You're welcome for that memento.) On Thursday, I went to Taco Diner with a co-worker, again pigging out on chips and salsa. They had a new roasted tomato salsa that I couldn't stop eating. Then, of course, I had to try their new fried avocado tacos and tagged on some black bean and corn tacos. Why only order two tacos when you can have four? The waiter told me to do it. On Friday, I went to Kenny's Italian Restaurante for a co-worker's birthday celebration and ate veal with a white wine caper sauce, one prosciutto wrapped fried mozzarella cheese stick and quite a few pieces of fresh bread dipped in oil and balsamic vinegar. Our church had a women's event on Saturday which featured a dessert spread. I made Devil's food cake cupcakes topped with salted caramel icing. Now, the icing had to be sampled several times while making it to ensure the entire batch was consistent. That was mandatory. I was tempted to take a picture of my plate when I filled it up with all of the desserts, but was too ashamed. So instead I'm plastering my shame on my blog... I'm just considerate like that. I didn't eat every single thing on my plate, and I announced my intentions to my table as I was sitting down. But I still ate more than enough. To top it all off, we ordered pizza on Sunday night as all four of us were out in the yard all day and Brad and I didn't have any energy to make dinner. We also didn't have any food in the house. We wanted something fast and easy, so we ordered pizza. I had two big slices of Papa John's cheese pizza and two slices of their cinnamon dessert pizza. All in all, I had a pretty balanced diet, don't you think?

My biggest struggle was my mindset when going out to eat. "If I'm going to eat out, I can't just get a salad. I need to get something that the restaurant specializes in. Why would I choose to eat here if all I'm planning on eating is some lettuce." (I know there are other healthy things than a salad, but you get my point.) At each restaurant this ran through my head and the Devil won each time. I was fighting with myself to make a wise, healthy decision. Each time, I felt so guilty for what I chose, especially since I gave into temptation. A friend of mine reminded me of a verse, 1 Corinthians 6: 19-20: Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own? 6:20 For you were bought at a price. Therefore glorify God with your body. I CHOSE to eat poorly. I CHOSE to ignore eating healthily. I CHOSE to consume all of the fat and horrible calories. I CHOSE to not glorify God with my body.

Yesterday when I weighed myself, I couldn't help but think where my numbers could have been had I not made all of those bad choices. I can't even tell you how shocked I was when I saw what the numbers were. The only reason why my numbers are where they are is because what I mentioned at the top: I'm literally working my butt off around the house. I waited to post this because I needed to test myself yesterday to make sure I could eat better and get back on track and I did. I didn't do it so I could post better numbers today (the number below are as of Monday morning ... my true weigh-in). I did it to slap myself in the face that I CAN do this, it's totally possible, and every single decision matters. This morning, all of my numbers went the right direction and I made progress. I'm going to stay on track. I'm going to make good decisions. I'm going to glorify God with my body. So all of this to say... my weight didn't change at all last week, which is truly by God's grace.

Week 2 Results:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 182.2 lbs
Body Fat: 44.1%
Water: 40.8%
BMI: 31.3 (Obese)

Weight: 0 lbs
Body Fat: -0.3%
Water: +0.3%
BMI: 0


  1. Okay. Now that the confession is out of the way, lay down the baseball bat, accept God's forgiveness, and be happy and pleased at getting back on track! You can totally do it! I'd like to remind you of a couple more scriptures: Rom 8:11 (the same power that raised Christ from the dead lives in YOU!), Phil 4:13 (you CAN do it -- in HIS strength)! You are awesome, chick, stay in the game!

  2. Your cupcakes were unbelievable! I brought mine home to eat later because I had eaten so much I thought I might go into a sugar coma. Somehow I was able to cut it in half and share it with Charles. He was licking his fingers to get every crumb. You are doing a great job on your journey. I am inspired. Keep up the good work!

  3. the Scale Was not Nice To Me After The womenS Event, Either.