Ok so in one of my last posts, I lamented about the fact that I've gotten complacent and lazy. Well, see how far that has gotten me? The excuses started piling up as did the weight. And oh my god, the weight.
Let's just go ahead and throw that out there.
Right before I went on vacation, I was at 186.8.
11.6 pound GAIN. Since November 12th! What the actual fuck....
I knew it was going to be bad. I knew it so I've been avoiding it. I thought that if I could get back to exercising after about a week or two I'd get on the scale and see where I stand. But then that's not the truth of it, is it? My intentions starting last week immediately after Christmas were good. Friday, I watched my food intake, went to the gym and did the elliptical for 45 minutes. Saturday, I woke up with the crud. (Isn't that about how it usually happens?) So the last 2 days were spent in my jammies with me holding the couch down with low-grade fever and all the lovely gooey-ness that comes along with sinuses.
I am dangerously close to that 200 number again and I will not let that happen. My size 16s that I've been so comfortable in the last year are snug, too snug. I'm visibly seeing my body turn squishy and plump again.
This has to stop now. I know what I have to do.
Eat less crap and move more. Portion control. Logging every single thing I put in my mouth. Moving my ass.
On a much lighter note, I'm working on a Christmas post so look for that soon.