I took another step backwards. I weighed in at 121 pounds this morning. That’s up almost a pound from last week. For the first time in two months, my five week average also bumped up a little. I’ve definitely hit a plateau.
It’s not really a surprise. I’ve been much more complacent about my eating habits, so I could see the handwriting on the wall. To make progress, I need to lose weight while I’m home and limit the damage while I’m on the road. This past week, I didn’t really do either one.
Last week, I had a few days where I was restrained for most of the day, but ate too many snacks in the evening. I usually run in the late afternoon. Sometimes, I’ll eat a light dinner, but an hour or two later, I’m hungry again. Because I’ve been gradually ramping up my training, I’m trying to strike a balance between losing weight and eating enough to fuel my training. Lately, I’ve been a little too willing to keep fueling. Sometimes my evening snacks add up to as many calories as my dinner. It’s like eating two dinners.
Over the weekend, I ran both a marathon and a 50K. I was probably doing OK until after the second race. I had a huge dinner that night. I went to an Italian restaurant where I order a pizza and a cup of soup. The cup of soup turned out to be more like a bowl. The dinner also came with a small loaf of bread. The bread came first, and it was served with “Italian butter.” (That’s a saucer of olive oil with herbs.) While I was waiting for the pizza, I polished off a small loaf of bread.
The next day was where the real damage was done. I was originally scheduled to get home in the late afternoon, but I switched to an earlier flight. Minneapolis was having its first winter storm of the season, and I had a better chance of getting home if I left early. A consequence of getting home earlier is that I kept thinking it was later than it really was. (The difference in time zones didn’t help.) I ate lunch before my flight and got home feeling like it was dinner time, even though it was still only 1:30. For the rest of the day, I was snacking. I didn’t keep track of what I ate that day, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was twice as much as I usually eat. It was also a rest day, so I wasn’t burning many calories.
I have to get better about my snacking. I also have to take a long-term view. We’re going on a vacation this weekend, so I probably won’t lose any weight until the following week. Then I have to get serious again.