I was doing great for it being my first week really trying to lose weight and workout. Then, Friday came. My dad called and asked me to go for a hamburger at a place we always use to go. Their burgers are too die for-two patties, cheese, pepperoni, Canadian bacon, salami, onion, tomato, lettuce and sauce all between two huge fluffy white buns! Dad and I hadn’t hung out much anymore since we have both been so busy with life’s demands so I of course accepted his invitation fully knowing that I was going there with full intentions to each that huge burger- not just a measly salad or something that would get me to my goal. Knowing that I would later regret my decision, I chowed down that burger and fries smothered in ranch dressing and washed it all down with a few glasses of beer. What was I thinking! Sure great while it lasted. Later that night my fiancé and I went out dancing. It has been before I had my son since we have gone out dancing. He was dancing with another girl, which is usually okay with me. We dance with other people and have no jealousy. We both know the limits. That night I got absolutely irate. Him dancing with someone else all of a sudden was not okay with me. After analyzing this it is all because of how I see myself. I am now nearly 40lbs over weight. I wasn’t before when we use to go out. My fat is not only hurting me but also hurting my relationship since it all turned into a huge argument.
Saturday facing the scale, not so great but I was back on track. I ate good and worked out and tried to drink as much water as possible to flush out some fat and excess water from all the sodium. I didn’t do to bad Sunday either. I ate really good to start with and had to grab something fast for dinner and unfortunately made a bad decision with my 700+ calorie burrito from taco bell. There really should be a law against 700+ calorie items! The good news is that I worked out longer that day than I had any other day yet. I did an hr on the elliptical and went for about a qtr mile walk.
Today is going to be a great day. I dropped my 4 month old off this morning at my moms. I have been eyeing the cookies she had sitting out. I walked over to them this morning and thought about eating them. Thought a little harder and stepped away! I actually walked away from the cookies! Wow. Yes, I know it was only 6am but any other day before “the new me” I would have ate that cookie and probably six of its friends too. J
I love Mondays. It feels like a clean star to a new week. So far, so good. I wish everyone the best this week!
