It's day 21, and this last week has been a struggle at best, and a disaster at worst. Yesterday and today, a couple of my old (unhealthy) loves have knocked on my door ... interrupting the beautiful relationship I was building with my new, healthier self. This was further agitated by muscles and joints that refused to embrace my exercise routine.
Confession: Last night, we had Dairy Queen. No, not a "I'm on a diet and frantically scanning the menu for the best options." trip to Dairy Queen; a "Let's go get coney dogs, fries, and a blizzard!!" trip to DQ. That was the lowest point. Second only to the night I became so ravenously hungry, I sat down with a box of Cheerios from which I kept refilling my bowl. It was a sad sight--I'm sure I looked like a downtrodden drunk with a bottle of liquor and a shot glass ("Hit me again, Mack!").
I don't have an "official" weigh-in this week. I promise, it is not purposeful. As of Friday, it seemed I had lost another pound or so ... the unofficial scales telling me I'm at about an 8 pounds loss total. I'm not getting my hopes up though ... I could have very well ruined my progress the last couple of days. Hopefully the next week makes up for it.
So that this is not an entirely depressing post ... I will still list some pat-on-the-back items:
- A baby shower (yes, another one) in which I resisted the cake.
- A birthday party in which I resisted the cake & ice cream. (Not the hot dogs, chips, or dip, but we've covered the rough parts of this week, haven't we?)
- Zumba on Monday, a mile and a half walk/run Tuesday, and a 3 mile bike ride on Thursday.
- Another week without a trip to the department candy jar.
I suppose every journey has its peaks and valleys, so let's hope I'm hiking UPHILL this next week!!
