Okay, let’s just get this over with, shall we? My weigh-in on Saturday was terrible. I expected it, after a week of overeating and skipping workouts, but that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. I gained 2.4 pounds, up to 207.4.
Gah. I hate even typing that! How embarrassing. I am only 10 pounds under my highest weight ever, 217 pounds.
The only good news is, I finally feel disgusted enough that I know I need to something. Talking isn’t going to do a damn thing. I am living proof of that.
I have no excuses for this past week. My stepkids were home, but don’t worry, I’m not going to blame them for my own choices. All I can say is, with the kids home, my husband cooked more, and he is a wonderful cook…everything fried, dipped in Ranch dressing, or topped with bacon! Delicious, yes. Particularly conducive to weight loss, hell no.
Time for change. Real change, not just yapping about it. A friend of mine shared this today, and its timing was perfect:
How true. How can I expect change when I keep doing the same stupid things, making the same poor food choices, keep the same unhealthy routine? I can’t. Obviously.
I signed up for Spinning class this evening to get this week off to a good start. It’s time to take control of my life, my health, my weight. Time to take responsibility, time to own it, time to start doing what I keep saying I will do: lose this damn weight and get in shape!