I got up this morning and got on the scales – stupid, I know – and I’d put on A LOT of weight. So, of course, I feel into a big funk thinking I’d ruined everything. Then I had stupid thoughts: I’d spend today eating nothing and exercise myself into oblivion. That is so not the way to do things.
When I’d settled down, I talked some sense into myself. Realistically, I’d only gone over my usual calories by about 1,000 or so. Okay maybe 1,500. There is no way that would add a hefty 3 kgs onto my weight. I mean, if went to the gym and did 1,000 calories worth of exercise, I wouldn’t suddenly lose 3 kgs.
I think a lot of the gain is water retention. I ate way more carbos than normal yesterday (not that I do the low carb thing at all) and carbs hold water. Plus salty food.
Then I worked out my calender. Woohoo, I’m surely in the PMT zone. I’ve never been happier about an approaching period. Well maybe a few times when I was young and foolish and careless.
I can recover from this. Often when I think about making this being for life, I see it as being HEALTHY every single day forever, but then I realised I could look at it the other way around. Not that I can be piggy for the rest of my life, but that one day of stupid eating is not so dramatic in the broader scheme of things. It’s a delay not a derailment.