So, last week I had my first extended run of candy bowl raiding at work – Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. It was a short week due to the holiday, and on Wednesday I went downstairs for the first time in weeks. Got a chicken salad and used my own vinaigrette dressing, but I also got an energy drink; I’d slept horribly the night before.
I did okay until later in the day, when I went by the admin desk looking for fruit, and found bite-sized Milky Way bits. And something said “do it.” and I did.
Not so much on Wednesday.
More – much – on Thursday and Friday.
A few hundred empty calories on two days, but psychologically, it was a big step back.
And this morning, the scale reflected it. I was back up to 427.2, a gain of almost four pounds.
Yes, it’s temporary. Yes, my leg was a bit swelled from a lot of inactivity on Sunday, prompted by an aggravated knee and an unhappy back caused by tripping on a rug after too much standing on Saturday. The joys of aging. Oh, and a few days without pooping. Which, naturally, happened later in the day. I’m not a daily dumper; 2-4 days between movements is common.
Tomorrow’s number should be better. Had a good double-workout tonight in the pool – T25 Beta core speed and rip’t circuit – and had good activity in the office, and was good on calorie and water intake. Going to ice my knee before bed.
My colonoscopy is in two weeks. I really, REALLY want to see the south side of 420 before then. If I’m close, the pre-procedure cleansing should give me a nice poopless baseline, and if I’m at or under 420 beforehand, I could see an even bigger drop the morning of.