OMG people. O.M.G. That seems to be the only appropriate thing to say over this one.
For the last several years, I’ve been working hard to work out regularly and eat right. I’ve been doing well for almost three years now thanks to 5+ days a week of exercising and daily logins with MyFitnessPal.com. But this past Thanksgiving weekend reminded me of how quickly we can fall from healthy habits and how much they can totally derail your best laid plans.
So I stepped on the scale this morning. I weigh in once a week mid-week, anywhere from a Tuesday-Thursday. I will admit to peeking over the weekend as I must be some sort of glutton for punishment. The day after Thanksgiving I had gained 3.5 lbs already since my weigh in four days before. But I laughed it off and figured it was Turkey day bloating and it would pass.
Today as I got ready to step on the scale, I had a feeling it would be bad. I’m still feeling gross from Thanksgiving. I stepped on and…. wait for it… shouted aloud when I saw I have gained 7 lbs in a week’s time.
I deserve some sort of medal for that, right? Like, that’s a feat of epic proportions? I’ve pretty much gained an entire mashed potato and gravy newborn baby in 7 days. It feels pretty disgusting. Who does that?
How about you guys?
Absurd. Not eating. Ever again.
But for real, I’m back on track and eating right and am posting this because I want to read it the week before Christmas so I can remind myself not to chow down. Not worth it for sure – nothing tastes that good and it makes me feel like crap afterwords! Do you hear me Christmas Eve Whitney??!!