Yeah, I didn't get one. I gained weight, there is no way around that one. I also have no one to blame but myself. When I sit and think about all the food that I let myself eat because "I'll get back on track when I'm home", I get a little sick (I am back on track by the way).
I am up to 221.5 this morning, a whole 3.5 lbs, gross. What makes that even more gross to me is that I've been very strict this week, so how much damage did I actually do in that one week? Ugh. Shame on you Sarah.
I also have only worked out one time in about 2 weeks. What is wrong with me? I packed clothes to run while I was in Pensacola, but was either "too tired" "too full" (because I stuffed my damn face) or didn't want to be away from Sakief anymore because I had already been away long enough stuffing my face. Le sigh.
I got back to the gym on Tuesday, and it felt great. Except that sleeping in a hospital chair tweaked my back, and Wednesday I woke up so sore I could hardly move my neck and left arm. I finally found my heating pad last night, and feel much better this morning. I plan to run this afternoon, but have decided to put off any more weight lifting until my muscle is back to normal.
What also saddens me is that I have probably set myself back too far to reach my 90 day goal of being under 200 lbs. The silver lining there is that no matter what, I will have lost a lot more weight, so I can't complain about that.
And so I continue on, and hope in the weeks to come that I undo the damage, and then some. Even with the inevitable set back every now and then, I know I will succeed.