This was not the worst week, but alas, this was also not a perfect week.
I had one day where I lost my self-control, that was Super Bowl Sunday. I made chili, I had a contingency plan, I was ready...but there was so much good food and everyone else around me was eating and drinking and having fun while I was sitting there empty handed after my measly serving and I just lost it.
It's really hard not to beat myself up about it but I know I can't harp on it because I was good every other day of this week. and today I recovered, I bounced back, I jumped back on the wagon, etc.
But, really, I need to get my act together. Together together. I can make some real hard core progress if I stop f-ing around. I've decided that I want to weigh myself, but I only want to weigh myself after I've been really really really good for a minimum of 3 weeks. So here's the plan: I have a doctor's appointment on March 9 where, inevitably, I will be weighed. That means I want to be perfectly perfect starting next Tuesday.
Now don't get me wrong, I would love to be perfectly perfect this week too! I just know what I have ahead of me: a birthday dinner at a shmancy restaurant with my family. I may have to settle for a perfect week with one day off, much like this week. With exercise, of course.
2/8/10
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