Ah, the trials and tribulations of the diet. Last week I was shredding pounds off. This week I gained a pound to 153, undermined by Australian treats and laziness. It was worth every bite and cuddle.
Still, I’m proud of myself. Mr. Smith brought back a nice stash of deliciousness and I limited myself to one bag of chocolate bullets and half a beer. The old me would have demolished a much larger portion of each.
I also let a few work outs drop. The day he was coming home I only did a half an hour work out so I could spend more time getting things ready. Yesterday I missed my workout in the morning so I caught up while we watched Arkham together that night. It’s definitely a better workout to music in the morning than a show—I felt like I was slogging through oatmeal.
Moving on. I’ve had my celebratory chocolate splurge and we spent our lazy days relaxing with each other. A friend mentioned belly dancing classes and that might be a good way for me to fine tune my fitness with some core exercise while getting to wear scarves with jingly bits. Working out alone in my bathroom is getting a little dull.
Now that my husband is home from his long holiday away, I can refocus on knocking off the last of these extra pounds. I’m excited to get to the maintenance stage, and now that I see how little damage a splurge can do, I think I can keep the ground I’ve earned as long as I continue working out and avoiding sugar.