Last week was a moment of disappointment. Whether it was water weight or actual, authentic, reality-laden weight gain, I was feeling down last Wednesday.
Instead of amping up my workouts and being meticulous with my food intake, the past few days have been filled with gluttony. On Saturday, I went to a bridal shower and ate moderately...until dessert began. I had a bowl filled with frozen yogurt, covered with a modest amount of mini Reeses cups as a topping. As the toppings began to disappear, I would walk back to the toppings bar and refill my yogurt bowl with more toppings. I could not decide between types of cookies to eat--so I ate quite a few. Chocolate and coconut covered strawberries were another dessert I could not resist.
After the shower, I attended a friend's St. Patty's Day party. I consumed four beers, one mixed drink, and multiple small slices of cake (which basically equals two or three large slices).
On Sunday, I had a small breakfast, but later in the day had half a sub, two beers, and diner food at 1am.
I have no desire to step on a scale because I feel like I have put my body through utter destruction.
I wish things were easier. I wish that instead of thinking about intricately frosted cupcakes, I could daydream about going for a run or doing reps with kettle bells. That's not me though. I'm visiting my sister in Florida this weekend. When I initially bought the plane ticket in January, my goal was to be down to 160 pounds. I thought to myself, Maybe I'll have to buy smaller sized clothing for the trip. No such situation currently exists.
Until Florida though, I'd like to work out each day. Five days in a row. Eek.
Instead of amping up my workouts and being meticulous with my food intake, the past few days have been filled with gluttony. On Saturday, I went to a bridal shower and ate moderately...until dessert began. I had a bowl filled with frozen yogurt, covered with a modest amount of mini Reeses cups as a topping. As the toppings began to disappear, I would walk back to the toppings bar and refill my yogurt bowl with more toppings. I could not decide between types of cookies to eat--so I ate quite a few. Chocolate and coconut covered strawberries were another dessert I could not resist.
After the shower, I attended a friend's St. Patty's Day party. I consumed four beers, one mixed drink, and multiple small slices of cake (which basically equals two or three large slices).
On Sunday, I had a small breakfast, but later in the day had half a sub, two beers, and diner food at 1am.
I have no desire to step on a scale because I feel like I have put my body through utter destruction.
I wish things were easier. I wish that instead of thinking about intricately frosted cupcakes, I could daydream about going for a run or doing reps with kettle bells. That's not me though. I'm visiting my sister in Florida this weekend. When I initially bought the plane ticket in January, my goal was to be down to 160 pounds. I thought to myself, Maybe I'll have to buy smaller sized clothing for the trip. No such situation currently exists.
Until Florida though, I'd like to work out each day. Five days in a row. Eek.
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