I don't think I made it.
I haven't weighed in in over a week. Last time I weighed in my weight
was up. I was 3 days post my half marathon. I know I had some
bloating, but it just didn't seem to go away as fast as it usually does.
I tried to step up my activity, but I kept getting nauseous.
So the overall feeling is that I slacked off for the past week and a half.
Last week my ex called. He's sick - really sick. He asked me to come
and get Mickey - our dog. So this weekend has been a whirlwind. I
drove 2 hours to spend the day wedding dress shopping with my mother.
Spent the night there. Then 10 hour drive to pick up the dog. I was
able to sneak in a 4 hour sleep before turning around and coming home.
When I got home last night it was a whirlwind of unpacking the car,
trying to get the dog settled - we already have two other dogs - and
then I was too exhausted to even feed myself. My hubby took care of
Anyhow, I don't eat right when I travel. I actually tend to not eat at
all. Then when I do eat, it's too much of the wrong stuff.
Anyhow, now I'm scared to go near my scale today.
I know. My mind knows all I can do is do my best today, and weigh in
either tomorrow or Wednesday morning. If I do my best today and
tomorrow, I could be in for a pleasant surprise Wednesday morning.
So I'm not going near my scale. Period. Now that Mickey is here, we
need to get out for at least an hour - preferably two - for a walk today
despite the snow that fell last night. Everything is covered. The
roads are icy. I'd love to stay in and not go anywhere. But the dogs
need the exercise. It'll help them all get used to each other, and
it'll help Mickey settle in.
Heck, a half hour run this morning, then an hour walk later today would be ideal.
Time for me to get offline and get 'er done!