not what I'd hoped for
I’ve been doing so well recently, I really wanted to keep the momentum going. But I knew it would be difficult with a hectic week planned, and an injured foot cutting in significantly on my workout plans. One pound, I pleaded with myself. You can hold this together and pull one pound. And I did… okay. I made some poor choices, like a bottle of wine and some awesome-to-die-for-you-can’t-blame-me Belgian chocolate. But I made some good choices, too, like prepping a huge salad and cooking ahead innumerable chicken breasts for quick, go-to lunches.
Last week I was 163.
I was desperately hoping to see 162.
But I didn’t.
Last week: 163
This week: 161.5
HAH! Hahahahahaha! (insert maniacal laugh here, as I’m barely hanging on to my sanity today, so it’s kind of fitting) And here I had you thinking I had gained! And I actually loss one and a half pounds! Ahhh, I crack myself up. (see, more proof of my pending nuthouse status)
All lame-ass joking aside, I feel like I’m in a really good place right now. Like I’ve FINALLY figured out the right calorie range, and the right foods, and the right amount of exercise. And I’ve learned what my triggers are, and how to avoid them. And how to compensate for them when I do occasionally succumb. I feel like this isn’t some far off dream — SOME DAY I’ll lose this weight and be in shape. I feel like this is really IT. I’m really doing it!