Wednesday Weigh-In - 13 March

It was always going to happen at some point and now it has. I've gained weight.

Back into the 17s

This doesn't come as any great surprise to me. Firstly I felt last week's weight was a touch generous, with an evening weigh-in not really offering the level of consistency from previous readings. But secondly and much more relevant, I've eaten like a whale in the last few days, and so inevitably I've ballooned. 4lbs heavier than when I stood on the scales last Wednesday.

I could quite easily put together a case for mitigating circumstances. As any parent will well remember, a new addition to the household brings about dramatic change to lifestyle and routine. There have been some pretty rough nights over the last week, with the little man seemingly a night owl while his mum and dad have been clinging to the scraps of sleep we've been permitted to have at night. It is tough to maintain any sort of discipline in this scenario, much less keep to a diet plan when during the day you're struggling to stay awake. A little additional sugar here and there to get me through the day is acceptable. My problem is, I've never been someone who just has a little of something.

Yesterday was a case in point. After a relatively better night, things just imploded and I went on a food rampage. In between breakfast and dinner I managed to consume three chocolate bars, a large sausage roll, chinese satay chicken on stick things, two pre-packed sandwiches, a couple of jammy dodgers, some leftover rice, and some pasta cooked for my son's dinner which he didn't want. That isn't a small pickmeup to get me through the day after a sleep-interrupted night. That is a binge, plain and simple. Did I feel better for eating all of this? Did it mean I operated better throughout the afternoon and evening? Absolutely not. If anything it just intensified the fact that I felt rough, adding a bloated tummy to my list of irritabilities. The only saving grace I suppose is having scoffed all of that down, I really didn't feel like much yesterday evening and just ate a muller yoghurt. Not exactly a balanced diet, but didn't need anything more.

I'm writing this off the back of a better night. I've started my day with a bowl of porridge. The sun is out and I intend to go for a walk in my lunchtime break. I do feel tired but that is just something I'll have to get used to and learn that the only way to improve this is sleep, not through feeding crap to myself. I'm reminding myself of my motivation to lose weight, so that I have the energy and mobility to be a great daddy to my two boys. Even if one of them is a wrecking ball for my sleep/diet equilibrium, I can't use that as an excuse not to push on towards my goals. 

So here is to a better week. No more binge. Do what I can when I can without pushing myself over the edge. This week was a blip. Weighloss is a long term commitment. One week does not reverse the two previous months, so long as it doesn't slide into subsequent weeks. I can't control my sleep but I can pick and choose what I eat. The bad stuff ends now.