Yesterday was a bad day for me. The scale didn't like me. My back was killing me in a way it hasn't for quite some time. My mood was foul and I just wanted to hide from the world. I didn't completely play lump on a log. I moved around to keep my back loose but it was close. I was okay with my almost lump status because I was doing well food wise. That is until after dinner. If I'd stopped with dinner, I'd have been fine. But....... Let's just say when the kids went to bed, my food choices went to hell in a handbasket, or perhaps in an Easter basket may be a more appropriate term. I saw the downward spiral starting and tried to stop the hemmoraging. I switched out the candy and chips for small handfuls of nuts, some soda crackers, and some strawberries. The calories were probably similar but the quality of the food was much better. I logged my food and was 600 calories over my goal. Then I downed 48 ounces of water.
The water saved me, I think. The scale didn't hate me again this morning. However, my back was still troubling me. It wasn't until my daughter came proudly strutting into my bathroom that the really stupid decision, the one the caused all my Monday woes hit me in the face. My baby girl proudly walked into the bathroom and piped up, "Look, Mommy! I'm wearing your high heels." Sure enough, she had on the heels I'd worn to church on Sunday. Now, normally, I wear tennis shoes. I switched to tennis shoes years ago when my back started getting worse. Even on Sundays at church, I wear tennis shoes. On the rare occasions that I wear heels, I keep it short. I either slip them off when no one is looking or stay off my feet as much as possible. Seeing my daughter in my heels, I realized I'd not only worn them for Easter, I'd kept them on while setting up the bells for bell choir, while helping with last minute prep for the children's Sunday School 'Walk with Jesus', and the whole time I was milling around during second service waiting for the wind band to play. I was at church from 7:00 to 12:00 and I probably sat down for just under an hour of that time.
Then, if that wasn't enough, when we came home for a few minutes before heading to the in-laws, I didn't change them. I wore the heels until we got home at about 6:00 that night. Granted, I sat more in the afternoon but, still. I wore heels for close to 12 hours on Sunday, most of it on my feet. On the one hand, it tells me I have gotten so much stronger through this weight loss process. I didn't even think about it and I didn't hurt. On the other hand, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!
Today, after realizing my mistake, I decided no more lump. It was cold, foggy, and looked like it could rain any minute though. I really didn't want to run. So, I went and did 105 flights of stairs and ended up walking a mile afterward. My back is back to normal and I feel great.
I will, however, remember that even if the heels don't hurt, I'm not wearing them. Love my tennies!