Or, the week where I totally fall off the wagon.
I’m up to 189.5.
I blame the fact that last week was so busy I could barely breathe. (Okay, okay….I’m overstating just a bit…)
I did NOT work out. At all. Because I FAIL at working out. I always have. I probably always will.
I did NOT drink more water. Because the water from the fountains at school tastes gross and I don’t have my mini-fridge in my classroom yet to stock with bottles of water. And then I’ll feel bad about all the bottles of water I’m going through instead of just using a reusable bottle (like, oh, I dunno, the stainless steel one Dan got me for Christmas?). Maybe I should invest in a Brita pitcher for my classroom fridge. When I actually get the fridge to my classroom.
I also blame the half of a Mellow Mushroom pizza I had yesterday. And the Sauvignon Blanc from Saturday night. Oh, and the Totino’s party pizza. God, I fail at dieting.
I also think that the PCOS is back. Despite the few bad meals I had last week, I ate well overall. The fact that in four weeks of eating well I’ve yo-yoed with five pounds tells me that there’s something not right with my hormones. Looks like I’ll be calling the doctor to have another blood panel run. Awesome. I love needles. (THAT WAS SARCASM. I AM NOT A JUNKIE!)
So, goals for the week? Should I even bother?
I guess I’ll attempt to NOT overdo it with the wine and pizza. But fried chicken is on the menu for the week and I make no promises when fried chicken is involved. (I have a craving.)
I suppose I’ll also attempt to drink more water. And I should probably make a couple of dates with Jillian Michaels, too. Particularly since the pants I’m wearing today are too short because of my gigantor thighs. (No, I’m not even kidding a little bit. My pants are too short. I look ridiculous.)
I really don’t like my body very much.