If this had happened earlier in my journey, I'm sure I would have handled it differently. I probably would panicked. Had a melt down beyond epic proportions. I swear I'm not usually full of drama. I despise it in fact since I like to live a drama-free life. I do find that when drama does infiltrate my life, I invited it in. This situation is no different.
Now, I know that a weight gain of 2.5 pounds shouldn't shoot me straight into bedlam. It did startle me when I saw the numbers on the scale this morning. But, it wasn't unexpected because I know what I did. I let my situation own me. I let my laziness rule. I let my schedule disruption take over. And, when I did all of that, the result was what I saw on the scale.
Of course, this weight gain may not be that big of a deal. I mean it could be because I'm amassed more muscle this week. My clothes are still lose. I know the number on the scale SHOULD NOT be my ultimate measuring stick. But, it is. I'm human folks. I need that number on that scale. It's how I get my feedback.
So, how did I allow this to happen? Easy. I did not track. I did not measure. I did not log my food. Funny thing is, when I was on vacation, I still measured. I still tracked my water intake. I made sure to find some sort of exercise. What made this situation so different? Sure, I didn't have the time for conventional exercise, but hauling all that furniture on a truck and moving and cleaning sure did work up a healthy sweat for me two days in a row.
It all goes back to tracking. I did not record what I ate. I have no clue how much I ate. If I ate too much. If I ate too little. When I got home yesterday, I went for a motorcycle ride with my brother in 90 degree weather without eating for several hours. When I got back, I felt like crap. I felt ill all evening. I ate, but it wasn't the right things. I also was super nervous because I knew I had to meet the scale in the morning, and I wasn't going to like what I saw.
So, what caused the weight gain? Too many calories? Not enough? No exercise? Hell if I know, and I'm not going to beat my head against the wall trying to figure out what happened. What I do know is this. People who are successful at not only losing substantial weight and keeping it off do one thing consistently. Monitor and record what they eat. They are meticulous about it. They do not let routine disruptions stop them. So, that's what I must do. Today is the start of a new week. I'm going back to what has worked for the past 26 weeks. If this week has taught me anything, it's that planning is key. I successfully navigated through three weeks of my gym being shut down only to be thrown off by a schedule disruption of three days. Are you fucking kidding me? No excuses. I lost (err...gained). I learned.