Belated Weekly Weigh-In-10/15 291

...and maybe I've been avoiding holding myself accountable.

Thursdays weight was 291

I actually took my weight on Thursday, because Friday was the beginning of a three day party (it was my birthday weekend). I was back up, but not by much. This was pretty annoying, so I evaluated what I'd been doing differently.

The diet hadn't changed much, just some brown rice here and there, which I added because I began exercising on my lunch break. Not a lot, 30 minutes elliptical or cycling on some days, 30 minutes weight training on other days. I talked to a girl I work with who has dropped about 40 lbs in the past year or so, and she said it is common when a person begins working out to gain. I have a couple theories on this.

1) I was hungrier. I was burning off my calories, so my body wanted more calories. These calories came in the form of a cup of brown rice 3-4 times a week.

2) I was thirstier. I probably sweated out some of the excess water, but the body, especially the female body, is a crazy thing. I think I remember reading somewhere that when a person lifts weights, the muscles themselves retain water.

3) I have become a sleepwalking night-eater. I don't think this one is true though. All loaves of bread and ice cream sandwiches have remained in their rightful spot, uneaten. And I don't see any mystery charges to Del Taco, which is the only 24-hour fast food chain around here.

Now, as for this weeks weigh-in, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I was taken out for multiple birthday meals, made lots of fatty, carby appetizers (like 7-layer dip, greasy potstickers, and chips and homemade guacamole) for the Halloween-1990s-Graduation-Birthday Bash we had on Saturday, and had spaghetti and garlic bread on both Thursday night and Sunday night (it was the quickest, easiest thing to make since we had houseguests). OH, right, and the pint of Ben and Jerry's S'mores ice cream I split with my BFF4L Christy. And the mini Twix bars I ate. Oh, and the popcorn balls Nicole brought to the party. And I am sure I'm forgetting stuff.

Like a good girl though, come Monday I was back on track(after an Egg McMuffin breakfast with Dean, in which I resisted the greasy rectangle they call 'hashbrown'). My legs were a little too sore to work out (on Saturday we ran up and down four flights of stairs multiple times to go hang out on the roof), but I stepped on the scale Tuesday morning and wanted to cry.Thankfully, this morning when I got on the number had dropped, so hopefully by Friday I'll at least be back down to what I was at last week.

Oh, and duh- my boobs hurt and I have cramps so I think it's that time of the month again. Tough to say, since I can easily go two months without a period (emotionally draining for someone whose biological clock is ticking like THIS(I am stamping my foot on the ground like Marisa Tomei in "My Cousin Vinny").The crazy periods and stuff can mentally destroy a girl trying to lose weight with all that salt-craving and water-retention.

Alright, gotta go let my dog out to do his poops and peeps.