Friday, August 24, 2012

Hoping for a Miracle

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.

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