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Reported in to MD yesterday. It did not go super. When I was weighed last week, I told them they had to be off as I was 5 lbs lighter there. Lord knows I gave up my old scale as I realized it was under weighing me when compared to my gym and primary MD scales. Instead of rechecking she told me they had a magical scale. They also measured me and took my fat % with a hand held omron device. Friday they weighed me at 179 and 3/4. This was close to what I was at home. 180.8, but she was stymied as then by their measurements I had gained weight in my first week! She realized I was not upset and changed their initial weight to my starting home weight. But then she did my fat reading and it was up. That was weird. Then she measured me and even some of those were up. That upset me. I am working very hard on this effort and she gave me some lame response about how my skin was lying as my fat decreased... What? Then she inquired if I was exercising and I said I had only managed 2 20 minute walks. She blamed all of this on that minuscule exercise! I wanted to point out Simeon was not opposed to exercise, but the Naturopath MD himself corrected her. He asked if I was down and I said by my scale I was down almost 4 pounds since Monday. He said good. I left with not a very positive feeling. His office assistant said, now don't get upset! And really, that was exactly what I was. Upset and not motivated.
So I drove to work and had an awful day. Budget stress, hr issues, all too many demands on my day. I only had one piece of gum. Kept drinking tea, coffee, water. But that am appt was festering in the back of my mind. I did not cheat at work. As usual my brat came out at night. DH marinated the lean steaks and complained they would be tough as they were lean. They were not too bad, but I reminded him I had tried to meal share the protein this week. Then we opened up a bday package. I got sent jelly bellies and tootsie rolls. I was doomed. I allowed myself 3 tootsie rolls after dinner. I tried to stop and drank some sparkling water. I brushed my teeth. I wound up eating a few jelly bellies too. I just kept thinking about that appt. such classic emotional eating! Finally I pulled myself together and went to bed.
Today I am down to 179.0. Clearly I have a long road ahead in dealing with my internal brat who thinks she deserves to eat sweets for any little blip in the road. Sigh. So I am thankful to be seeing the 170s on my scale. I think I will ask DS to pull the sweets into his bedroom hidden.
Did not exercise as I had hoped this month. I think I will try to tackle this issue in March.
