I've had great anxiety about this week's weigh-in, and it was all for nothing.
I should know better.
In Short: I was convinced all week that I could see and feel a weight gain. Instead, I lost weight - more than my weekly weight loss target, in fact.
Deeper dive: Even though my workouts and nutrition were on point, I got in my own head, for reasons that I'm still trying to process fully. I was sure that I'd done something to 'mess up'.
See, my 'diet' isn't nearly as restrictive as it was during my previous two periods of significant (and obviously temporary) weight loss, and there was another celebratory event (January birthday party #1) that I partook of (bacon cheese burgers!). I didn't pig out by any means - I was fairly disciplined, while still allowing myself to enjoy foods that I don't typically eat a lot of.
At some point between those relaxed meals and this morning, doubts about my calorie intake and macros began to bubble up. And, as I'm intuitively tracking by design (no food scales, no spreadsheets - just going by my existing knowledge and instincts), there are undoubtedly times where the justification for second-guessing is greatly heightened.
In hindsight, I did good... REALLY good! All that negativity was just me allowing myself to fall back into an old, unhealthy, destructive pattern of thought that leads nowhere but down as it relates to my demeanor. The self-defeating, overly negative mindset that plagues so many, and has haunted me throughout periods of my life.
I thought I'd gotten well past this type of stuff. Turns out, I'm still not immune, and I have to remain diligent.
Onward.
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