Last week I gave blood for the first time and was really proud of myself. When it came to my official weigh in day, the day after giving blood, I was shocked to see I'd lost 4lbs. At the time I did think it was maybe a false reading from the donation, but I took it gladly and changed my ticker etc with my usual excitement.
Then we went away for the weekend and I was off plan for 2 days although I didn't eat anything like as much as I used to, and we walked loads. On coming home I found out those 4lbs were back
I've spent the rest of the week working my butt off to get them off again, but have only managed to lost two of them, so I'm thinking 2 of last weeks 4 were false, and this week I've just maintained because of the bad weekend.
When I see a new low on the scale I usually change my ticker and leave it there, but my ticker has been taunting me this week and making me feel like even more of a failure because the number has gone up, so I've just changed it again so it's correct.
I have to say I'm panicking this week and feeling really down about those numbers. I know sensibly last week's number was false and with a weekend away I'm lucky to maintain this week, but it's that scared feeling I keep getting when I think that maybe the good run I've having with the weight loss is over. That I'm never going to be able to lose anymore weight or even that it's going to start going back on again.
Then I think, do I need to eat less now to still be able to lose weight, then I think am I actually not eating enough generally for the amount of exercise I do? See my dilemma? I don't know which is correct, and it's making me feel anxious all the time.
I keep reminding myself that I'm in a UK size 16 for the first time in years, I'm fitter than I've probably ever been, and I'm getting compliments from people more or less on a daily basis. I look in the mirror and see this "normal" sized woman looking back and find it hard to believe it's me. But deep down inside I still feel huge and I'm frightened that someone is going to take it all away from me.
I have no intention of giving up, I've felt down all week, in tears at times, but I've still been on plan and made myself go to the gym each day and worked really hard. I know if I never lose another pound my life is SO much better than it was, but I'm terrified the weight is going to go back on, and now I've got this far I really want to finish the job...
Sorry for such a long post, seems I'm having a pity party at the moment, but it's been bugging me all week so figured it best to get it out. And now I've changed my ticker at least that can't taunt me.