Things I'm digging

1. Weighing in at 147.0 on a Sunday morning, after a weekend? LIGHT BULB - I guess that's what happens when you don't eat everything in sight on a Friday and Saturday. Duly noted. I even went out on Saturday night and Jay ordered a bacon pizza - two of my most favorite delicious things combined.

This was not THE bacon pizza, but the delicious factor is portrayed accurately here.

I managed to not have ANY (which, while you may think "y u no have just one bite," I knew I couldn't just have one bite. One bite turns into one slice = two slices = two slices + the crust Jay didn't eat. Nom all the things.) A sharp contrast to last weekend, where I did, in fact, nom all the things and went from 148 to 159 in literally three days (see #4 below). Salt is a beast.

2. Feeling my back muscles actually be sore for once after a workout. Unlike that dang assisted pull up machine, this workout is kicking my butt. I am loosely following this plan for Tough Mudder training. I did Workout A on Saturday - only took 15 minutes (I skipped half  three-quarters of the burpees. I know, I'm severely disappointed in myself as well. Yes, I will work on it).

But I actually have sore muscles, which means something's working. Jay says I will have lats the size of donkeys when I'm done. Psyched.

3. Daylight savings being over. Yes, it's going to be a pain waking up for work and having it be pitch black all over again, and I know we lost an hour. But having more sunlight in the evening does wonders for my mood. It also signifies the end of a really rough winter (although we totally got more snow this morning. Joke's on me!) Plus it means that when 5pm rolls around and I think, should I go for a run? there won't be the excuse of, ehhhh it's going to be dark in 30 minutes.

4. Not going crazy when my weight spiked up 11+ pounds last weekend. 

I mentioned this in my last post, but I feel justified complaining about it a little more. Honestly, when I saw that on the scale I was pretty defeated. Also, pretty ticked off. I mean, christ almighty. Seriously? I really couldn't fathom how the scale could jump that much in one weekend. Look, I know it's just a number, and I know it can fluctuate. I've certainly heard of salt retaining water weight, but not ELEVEN POUNDS of water weight. It put me right up to my highest weight last year.

In the past it would have sent me flying off the handle and I'd throw the baby out with said eleven pounds of bathwater. "I knew this wouldn't work! Why am I even trying! This isn't worth it. Give me a pan of brownies and some fried chicken."

But instead I got right back on the horse and now I'm down to 147. Perseverance! It wasn't easy. But I knew if I kept eating junk I wouldn't feel good, so keeping that in mind helped a lot.

And so, onward and upward. Happy Monday!