You see, I never had any intentions of watching my food and portions while we were out of town, so I didn't. And I gained back the 4 pounds I had worked hard to lose. Whoops.
But really, I don't feel bad. They will, in fact, come off faster than the first time, so long as I get back on track right away. I'm not giving up entirely on weight loss, because I want to be a hot honeymooner this time next year. I just don't see the point in making myself feel left out at a wedding, because everyone else is having a great time and I'm eating baby carrots. Not happening, ladies!
I got one amazing picture of some good, wholesome mid-western fare. This was consumed Sunday morning, in hopes that it would help with the raging wine headache I had. It didn't help with the headache, but it tasted darn delicious.
I didn't take any other pictures of our food, but we did eat Indian food before heading out Friday, Chipotle twice, and Barbecue twice since Thursday night. Part of me feels bad about this; I am trying really hard to exercise self control and improve myself. The other part of me remembers that life is a balance, and that it's okay to go overboard every now and again, so long as I don't give up forever. I like the second voice better.
So as of yesterday, I'm back on my plan. Sometime during the weekend, a nerve in my shoulder pinched, and so I decided not to try working out yesterday. I did, however, do my best to come in at or under my points goal. Provided I'm feeling okay today, I'm going to try to run after work. The weather is turning bad (rain/snow mix last night!), so it might just be time to head to a gym. We've been playing with the concept of me buying a treadmill and setting it up where our dining room table is now. We rarely use our dining room table, and we could always move the treadmill to set up the table on the rare occasion it's needed. There are so many different choices, and I don't know what we're thinking on that front, but we need to make a decision either way soon!
Either way, I feel lighter for having made my confession, and it's nice knowing that I' back on track. Hot honeymooner, here I come!