Not to fall back on stereotypes or cliches, I’m going to put much of this on, uh, those once-a-month hormones. My period started Wednesday night, but in the days leading up to it I felt completely wiped out. I was so tired I wanted to nap all day, let alone work out. Of course, not working out tended to make me more blah so those days in my Believe Training Journal got zero mileage a sad face.
(I’ve had my Believe Training Journal for maybe a month now, I’ll blog about it soon because it’s so super awesome.)
On the food front, it wasn’t even a situation of me grazing all day or anything. I had three meals a day with very little snacking in between. It was just, y’know, at those meals I didn’t really hold back.
So I weighed in Wednesday night and woke up Thursday wanting to start the week off on the right foot but then we had a pizza party at work and that evening I had a fancy schmancy book event to attend that was catered by one of our local celebrity chefs.
Let’s get real here, okay? Because of my stupid bleeding vajayjay, pizza and fancy bacon wrapped things pretty much meant this:
But, as I said, I had a motto and a plan this week, so it turned into this:
I worked from home Friday because BC and I were headed to Columbus for a wedding. We got into town and after checking into our hotel headed to dinner at a local Irish pub where I just had to have the fish & chips with a beer. Right across the street was a Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream and there was no way we weren’t stopping.
Saturday was breakfast at the hotel, lunch with friends, then dinner at the reception. I did manage to get in a short work out in the hotel gym between breakfast and lunch so that plus all the dancing at the wedding helped put me in the right direction.
So, it’s Monday morning and I’m already minus 51 points in my Weight Watchers tracker. Oh yeah, I’ve already managed to eat all my 49 weeklies and still ate above and beyond that.
WELL DONE, SELF.
I don’t want to blame the whole “I was on vacation” mentality, but, yeah, I totally used that as an excuse. The treadmill and dancing at the wedding at least earned me 6 Activity Points, so, y’know, there’s that. But, still. Not my most stellar fabulous week happening here and I have no idea what Friday’s weigh in will look like but I’m just going to keep tracking and moving on.
Love from the ashes,