I just realized this morning that I'm very close to reaching my One year tennis anniversary of lessons/playing for realsies! I looked back and my first post about my very first lesson was on 9/6/13. Speaking of, we got cancelled last night because of weather. Bummer. Hopefully tonight's lesson will be rain/lightening free.
I know I said I wasn't going to weigh in during this challenge but I really really need the accountability. This weekend I just made a couple of bad decisions (ordering Chinese take out twice due to the broken oven AND then margaritas. Oh so many margaritas). The worst part, the absolute worst part is that last time I snuck a peek at the scale (8/27), I was down to 187.2. The week before I was 190.2. Before the challenge, I weighed in at 192.8. *IF* I would have stayed on course, that was a 5.6 pound loss. I am so mad at myself. We used the oven as an excuse instead of getting my lazy butt up to the store to buy something or I could have at least picked up a salad from Panera.
So back to today, the scale said 189.2 (sorry no picture, I forgot my cell phone). I made much better decisions last night (Panera Strawberry Poppyseed Chicken Salad - my crack) but with tennis getting cancelled, and it pouring out, I didn't make it to the gym. All I mustered for exercise yesterday was a 20 minute walk. Better than nothing but I feel like I definitely should have done more.
So back to the grindstone so to speak, tracking every single bite, even the bad, and back on track.
Oh and I got home last night and Oz had a cat bite sized hole in is head. Wonder who could have done that?...