Well, today I paced myself. Back on the low carb part of the Wave and more conversations with the hubby. Well, today he is not at work, so we talked about calories and the feeling of fullness. He's under the impression that he is not going to get enough and will always be hungry. I said that if he is meeting what his body needs nutritionally and getting in enough calories, he will be fine(using the example of 2500 calories for a day). I know that we need to be drinking more water (excuse while I go and chug a pint with salt.......ahhhh that's better) and all he needs to be doing is drinking more water to feel full, but he doesn't want to go pee all the time. I'll keep on beating at that drum though....he'll get it eventually.
I am so glad to see that hubby's constant use of the scale is bringing him encouragement instead of guilty disappointment. He had a habit of stepping on the scale to see if the number was going up. Every time he would eat out, or have jun food I would know.....because he would feel fat and jump on the scale. Then he would grown and complain about not exercising and eating crap and blah, blah, blah....I would say "The workout...then stop eating the crap..." and then he would take that as an attack and walk away. I'm sure there are better words I could say, but I wasn't saying he looked fat....but he felt that way and it was hard to change how he perceived what I was saying. I don't know much women who go through this, but i don't care if I look "fat" in a dress....I am confident in my body because I know what I am doing with my body. I am the one responsible for refining my shape and I like the shape I am in...no matter if I put on an extra few pounds of fat or not. I do not attack myself for making less supportive choices in my eating and even during the holidays when I was eating all types of sugary foods and enjoying them, I knew that it was a phase and would I wouldn't be eating that way forever. It was where I was at in my mindset at the time and I was fine with it (and getting the stomach flu helped to reset that set point too HA!)
But back to the scale....so I walked in and peered through his legs to see the number and heas down another 3 pounds.....in just a few days LOL. And he was not getting off the scale. He looked at it (with his shoulders back), got off and got on again as I confirmed the number. Mind you, he is not working in any way shape or form during this. I stepped on and I was down 5 pounds since we last weighed in. CRAZY STUFF! Down from 150 to 140 in a week and a half....nice. I was tempted to run and check measurements too, but will save those for the end of the week.
I did some of my workout during the day, but really held back as I was in and out all day, enjoying the company of my hubby, as well as going to Zumba in the evening. I personally am not one to workout in the evening. I love my sleep (once again,... Hallelujah!) and it's usually after my crash point and my low energy point of the day.....just not logical for me. BUT I was all hyped up since I was going to be late and I am not a fan of being late for things (man, am I glad the kids are older now, that was harder to do when they were smaller for some ODD reason hahaha....the joys of parenting).
Well, I got there and jumped in and was just trying to keep up with the coordination. I was in such an observer mode. It was a good workout and my friend is an AWESOME instructor. This lady has some skills and I am so proud of her. I was sore after it all though, and dragged myself back on the bus and home and then crashed on the sofa. We'll see how I recovery goes....
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