well crap! Looks like my avoiding the scale this past two weeks did not result in me becoming an SI swimsuit model...just the opposite. I'm up 0.4lbs. I know what happened. Two weeks ago I was in sight of my first mini-goal of 10lbs gone. And then I got comfortable and maybe a little complacent. I don't
need to run 5 days this week (or the next). I've worked so hard, I deserve a bite of that maple bar (or crap, did I just eat the whole thing?)! Silly me! So at 5:15am when I weighted myself and had to come to grips with what I had done to myself I had a choice...I could go back to bed and snuggle up (good lord it's cold), or I could suck it up and get downstairs to my craft/exercise room and work on my arms. I chose the latter and I'm so glad I did. I think if i would have faced this situation 3 months ago, I would have crawled back in bed and chosen to ignore the truth. And for that, I am proud. Proud that I chose to get myself moving, proud that I didn't let a small setback turn into a road block.
After I finished workin my "guns" I headed back upstairs to prep my meals for the day. I'm a creature of habit, especially when it comes to food. Breakfast usually consists of oatmeal and a couple egg whites. Over the weekend I made a huge salad with carrots, celery, red onion, pears and a little goat cheese. I packed some of that, a few ounces of turkey breast, and some balsamic vinegar for lunch. And since I didn't get my run in on my lunch break, I'll be doing that when I get home this afternoon.
This will be ringing in my ears the nest time I have a face to face with a maple bar...
Make it a great Monday!
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