I can't deny that I've eaten poorly for the past few weeks. I even stopped tracking because I had enough shame already, I didn't need to see exactly how many calories I was consuming, ugh! I ate my way through Pensacola trying to enjoy all of my favorite restaurants, and the things that I really love there, prior to leaving. You know, because I won't be going back to visit in a few weeks, and every month after that. I'll never have a chance to eat at those restaurants again... wait...
I have definitely started getting back on track since settling in, and thanks to my amazing parents who bought me all of my groceries for my birthday, I have an incredibly healthy kitchen! Adam and Erin have also been helpful if we eat meals together, making sure it's something I'm comfortable eating (except for that one night of pizza, but it was good).
This morning I was a little nervous to get on the scale, already anticipating the damage I had done. I was hopeful to not have gained back more than 5 pounds. I figured that was reasonable, considering, and since I had set a "weight gain goal" for myself, hopefully it would alleviate any disappointment.
So was I shocked when I got on the scale this morning? You could say that... I actually LOST a pound. How? I have no idea, but I'm not going to argue. Thank you scale, you made my day.
I still have two pounds to go in order to meet my last mini goal, which is to be in the next decade before my birthday. Considering that's only 5 days away, I'm not sure that I'll make it, but I'm sure going to try! Expect a special birthday weigh in on Wednesday.
As I type I am also drinking some water to hydrate for a run. Afterwards I plan to sit down and figure out my menu for the next few days, as well as a work out plan to get my couch to 5k back on track.
Total weight loss: 43 pounds
Weight to go: 57 pounds
Pounds to next goal: 2