It really isn't. During my previous JF I had several days when I gained weight, and many days when I platued. My body is just adjusting and for some reason decided to maintain some of the 84 ounces of juice I drink daily. The amount I consume is pretty darn close to a gallon of liquid, which weighs 8 pounds. I am just happy the scale didn't register more.
I have not alway been this rational about a weight gain, especially while dieting. Normally, I'd take it as a sign that the diet isn't working. Especially if I'd been on it as long as say, 24 hours. Even a 2 ounce gain would move me to tears. I would start sputtering on the unfairness of life, why is it that other people can eat whatever they want, and yada, yada, yada.
What happens when I am not on any sort of a weight loss program? I'd often be thrilled with only a 2 ounce gain when I'd finally found the courage to step on the scale. Or even if it were a three or four pound gain, I'd be relieved it wasn't more. In fact, I would be so relieved, I wouldn't bother to do anything about the weight gain. In fact, I'd usually celebrate by going out to eat.
Maybe I am just too old now to create drama around my weight issues. Or maybe at this late age, I have finally grown up. Whatever the reason, I am so glad I am not freaking out over a couple of crummy ounces. They will be gone, soon enough. And the last time I checked my mailbox Playboy hadn't written, asking me to pose. Besides, tomorrow is not only a new day but a new year. It doesn't get better than that.
Day 16: Totally juicing/ .4 pound gain / 16.6 total loss
Quote for the day: "Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself." George Bernard Shaw
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