Normally when you lose something, you look all over for
it. You search high and low. You get stressed out about it. You freak out looking for it. THEN, when you find it, you are totally ecstatic
and elated that you found it! Not the
case when losing pounds of fat. Last
week I lost 2 pounds. Well, guess who
found them. Yep, that would be me. This morning.
When I looked the scale. I am sooo
mad, angry, no, disappointed.
I should have known this day would come. That day when I would step on the scale and
weigh more than the previous week. I just
hate it! It is so disappointing to look
down, and see a higher number. I know
some of why it happened. Last weekend
was Beerfest [read Beer/Foodfest]. I
also only worked out 3 times this week due to my sinuses wreaking havoc on my
body. I am actually proud of myself for
working out two of those days with a runny nose and pounding head. Then we had a celebration last night for Matt’s
brother. There were yummy Brazilian hors
d’ouevres involved as well as irresistible, sugary cake. That didn’t help!
Excuses, Excuses, Excuses!
Stop with the excuses, Leah!
Just Do It! This is what you say
in your head all the time, but now you have to comply. I need to kick my own butt back into
gear. No more going over calories for
the day. No more not working out. I just have to do it!
What do you do when you have a bad week? What are some ideas to help jump back in?
Arggggg.
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