I am feeling very ripped off. Taking some deep breaths around this mornings weigh in. I gained 1.2 pounds. I honestly don't know why. Throughout the week my weight stayed stubbornly up despite what I was eating. I kept telling myself that the scale must come down as I know what I am doing. I also had ham for two meals earlier in the week so I thought maybe it was the salt content. In the end, today's weigh-in is an exact reflection of my all my morning daily weigh-ins. When I average them, they are what I weighed in at this morning.
The numbers.... I averaged the week's calorie intake and am inside the window that I aim at. Three out of seven days were above the window but never above by more than 50 calories. I was under the window two days at no more than 30 calories below. And in the window for two days. That should have lead to at least a 1 pound loss.
My daily morning exercise stayed steady at an hour a day. I did not get outside for the cardio piece very much. However, I do know that exercise, although an important health component, is not a deciding factor as far as the scale goes.
What am I left with? I will re-double my efforts on paying attention to the licks, snicks and other types of 'sneaky' calories. Make sure that I am not 'fooling' myself. The numbers generally do not lie therefore I may not be accounting for some.
I remain 6 pounds above my lowest weight. I will persevere!
This week my out of the ordinary is that I adopted a cat form the SPCA. This might sound mundane to many of you... however I am not a known animal lover. When the kids were at home we had our menagerie of cats and dogs, chickens, turkeys, geese and pigs. There were even a hedgehog, snake and iguana thrown in at different stages. I wasn't fond of the mess they made and the constant monitoring of the kids to make sure they cared for the animals appropriately. So when the kids left and the animals slowly died they were not replaced. Many times it was suggested that we get a pet and I was the most adamant at saying 'no'.
Needless to say when I announced that I had a cat the responses from friends that know me included: 'A stray?', 'Whaaa?', 'Are you pet sitting?', 'I am a wee bit surprised', and 'Do you have a mouse problem?'. What actually happened is that my daughter sent me a picture of the cat and I fell in love. What can I say, Tangent is a gorgeous cat. She is a Bengal cat which means that she is intelligent, highly independent and 'talkative'. Not a clingy cat. Actually perfectly suited to me. We chit chat, occasionally have a pet and a purr and are otherwise adjusting to each other. This morning she came to me to get her jaw scratched while she purred her pleasure.
