I stayed on track yesterday and ran 3 1/2 miles. I'm slowly building up my running base to train for a half marathon in September.
Anyway...the scale rewarded my efforts with a 1.2 pound drop.
I'm hoping that I can drop one or two more pounds by Monday and at least be near where I was before I cheated and gained the weight.
And that just kills me.
Instead of looking at a possibly eight pound loss by Monday, I'm "hoping" to get back to a five pound loss by Monday.
Oh, well. No use crying over spilt milk right?
I always do this though. I screw up and then hate the results so much that I don't dare screw up again.
For awhile at least. ha!
I have plans this weekend where my resolve will be tested. I am attending an event where I have already paid for "heavy appetizers and drinks", which I can not partake in because of my diet.
But I so want to see the scale go down.
Heavy appetizers. What can that mean other than if you eat them you will get heavier.
And alcohol we all know that that is not calorie free.
Well, I'll let you know how it all went.
Have a good one!