No weigh-in today. BB and I weighed in (unofficially) about 9 days ago, and then went away for the weekend for a mini-vacation. Things have been out of control since then. I am up about 3 pounds from my last weigh-in, and she is too. We are restocked with good food and are getting right back to it tomorrow, no excuses.
We've both felt like crap all week but things were just lining up against our efforts and intentions to behave ourselves. She's got some teenage/girl issues going on and just wants to eat mountains of chocolate; we had not had a chance to get to the grocery store and buy the foods we need to have in the house, so there was nothing good here to choose from. These are all piss-poor excuses, I realize, but they are not so much excuses as merely the reasons why we have been so bad. There IS no valid excuse.
But anyway, there it is. The crappy part is that there is now no way I can hit my goal by the first deadline of 4/23. I'm about 20 pounds away from it, which sucks, but that's okay. Looking at the long run.... it WILL come off (but I have to accept that there WILL be days and/or weeks when I have setbacks, whether they are out of my control, or completely in my control (as this week was)).
Wilma and I (and, by extension, BB) will have to reassess our next goal this week, which should rejuvenate my efforts!
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